12-20-2021, 01:17 AM
Marcus concentrated, the myriad strands of spirit he sent into the horde forming a web through which they passed, each on vibrating the strands in a specific and unique way. Another time, he would have cataloged the variation and searched for a pattern. But the creatures themselves were not what he hunted for.
The web, a massive net he held taut, he flung in multiple axes of motion, feeling for whatever it was was the Durante was using to control them. Still, nothing. Threads of spirit passed over nothing between him and the things that were making their way through.
How is he doing this? Marcus wondered. He'd hoped he'd find a connection, a web, something, that he might emulate, perhaps lend his aid to controlling them. But he found nothing. The only threads were the network of fire Durante had created and through which Ascendancy had passed unharmed, his own power providing a web of sorts that protected him.
Around him, gunshots went off and threads of destruction kept off the those who made it through. Curious, Marcus touched Durante's weaves and felt a...he struggled for the word to describe the feeling. It reminded him of rotted meat he'd seen on the farm he'd lived on briefly, rancid and squirming with maggots, the rotting smell clinging to the roof of his mouth. His stomach wanted to turn and for a moment he was frozen trying to understand what this was.
But they wouldn't stop and Marcus couldn't afford to explore now. Later. Later Durante would help him understand what this was. It was different. And different was potential for power.
He dispersed his exploratory weaves, instead using air and fire to snatch of rocks and small pebbles of concrete, feeding fire into them until they glowed red as they flew faster and faster through the air, still solid as they sizzled into the skins of those things.
They were an infection and this was a wound that needed cauterization. Somehow, the source had to be found and cut off. Otherwise, this would never end.
The web, a massive net he held taut, he flung in multiple axes of motion, feeling for whatever it was was the Durante was using to control them. Still, nothing. Threads of spirit passed over nothing between him and the things that were making their way through.
How is he doing this? Marcus wondered. He'd hoped he'd find a connection, a web, something, that he might emulate, perhaps lend his aid to controlling them. But he found nothing. The only threads were the network of fire Durante had created and through which Ascendancy had passed unharmed, his own power providing a web of sorts that protected him.
Around him, gunshots went off and threads of destruction kept off the those who made it through. Curious, Marcus touched Durante's weaves and felt a...he struggled for the word to describe the feeling. It reminded him of rotted meat he'd seen on the farm he'd lived on briefly, rancid and squirming with maggots, the rotting smell clinging to the roof of his mouth. His stomach wanted to turn and for a moment he was frozen trying to understand what this was.
But they wouldn't stop and Marcus couldn't afford to explore now. Later. Later Durante would help him understand what this was. It was different. And different was potential for power.
He dispersed his exploratory weaves, instead using air and fire to snatch of rocks and small pebbles of concrete, feeding fire into them until they glowed red as they flew faster and faster through the air, still solid as they sizzled into the skins of those things.
They were an infection and this was a wound that needed cauterization. Somehow, the source had to be found and cut off. Otherwise, this would never end.