Nox abruptly left the group. Allan stood up and followed slowly behind. He drew upon the source just out of sight. It raged inside and it fueled his anger, his distrust of the boy Atharim.
Three people came into view, their flashlights blinding him a moment before the land warriors compensated for the light source. White dots danced in his vision as he watched Nox wrap a woman in weaves of air long before he actually used them. The other two remained calm while this one spat curses.
The power enhanced hearing allowed Allan to hear the muttered curse of Traitor from the other woman. These were Atharim. Allan drew a fireball into front of him. Nox stepped between him and the fucking Atharim. His back was to the Dominion and Allan grew angrier.
Nox growled... literally growled at the woman deep in his throat. The pup behind him stood up and took up a guard stance. The sound in the distance grew quiet... Nox pointed a finger at the other woman. "I'm only a traitor because you say I am -- because I can do this. I have been nothing but faithful to the Atharim cause." The air around them them swirled with fire. Lights shimmered around them like the aura borealis. How many weaves was he using? The flow split into three with different weaves? [[ This is Nox's limit, 2 of the weaves are well practiced -- like everyday practiced ]]
Allan dropped his own weave. Beads of sweat formed on Nox's brow, whatever he was doing was costing him. "Why are they here?" The anger had drained from his voice. Nox turned and glared at Allan. Allan took a step back. The look was not friendly. He'd seen it before. Allan drew upon the power, everything raged inside once again. Nox was a danger.
Allan formed the weave he'd learned to detain other channelers like himself and netted Nox with it. It slipped and slide around before sliding into place. The flows around Nox dropped. The bound woman dropped to the ground in a heap.
The darkness in Nox's eyes grew deeper as he drew his cross bow from his hip. "Let me go." The reverberation from the hoard they were chasing growled in unison echoing down the tunnels. The faint sound of claws on stonein the distance grew louder with each breath. "I can't control them if you keep me from the power, and they are hungry."
Three people came into view, their flashlights blinding him a moment before the land warriors compensated for the light source. White dots danced in his vision as he watched Nox wrap a woman in weaves of air long before he actually used them. The other two remained calm while this one spat curses.
The power enhanced hearing allowed Allan to hear the muttered curse of Traitor from the other woman. These were Atharim. Allan drew a fireball into front of him. Nox stepped between him and the fucking Atharim. His back was to the Dominion and Allan grew angrier.
Nox growled... literally growled at the woman deep in his throat. The pup behind him stood up and took up a guard stance. The sound in the distance grew quiet... Nox pointed a finger at the other woman. "I'm only a traitor because you say I am -- because I can do this. I have been nothing but faithful to the Atharim cause." The air around them them swirled with fire. Lights shimmered around them like the aura borealis. How many weaves was he using? The flow split into three with different weaves? [[ This is Nox's limit, 2 of the weaves are well practiced -- like everyday practiced ]]
Allan dropped his own weave. Beads of sweat formed on Nox's brow, whatever he was doing was costing him. "Why are they here?" The anger had drained from his voice. Nox turned and glared at Allan. Allan took a step back. The look was not friendly. He'd seen it before. Allan drew upon the power, everything raged inside once again. Nox was a danger.
Allan formed the weave he'd learned to detain other channelers like himself and netted Nox with it. It slipped and slide around before sliding into place. The flows around Nox dropped. The bound woman dropped to the ground in a heap.
The darkness in Nox's eyes grew deeper as he drew his cross bow from his hip. "Let me go." The reverberation from the hoard they were chasing growled in unison echoing down the tunnels. The faint sound of claws on stonein the distance grew louder with each breath. "I can't control them if you keep me from the power, and they are hungry."