05-22-2022, 02:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2022, 02:10 AM by Aiden Finnegan.)
Lugh felt the Shield try to slide into place, but he batted it back. Uscias clicked his tongue as he shot more fireballs at Lugh. With a repeated motion, Lugh batted them back and Uscias dodged to the side again. The fog was all but gone and Lugh caught sight of a shadow in the doorway.
Uscias lunged forward with the Sword of Light, aiming to sever the connection between Lugh and the spearhead. Lugh pulled it back without thought and wove a thick Fiber of Air to knock Uscias off his feet. The High Prince skipped once or twice before regaining his footing and attempting another leap for the spearhead.
Lugh held it back and reworked his weaving – expanding the Fibers of Air until they formed a net that split the room in half. With a precise flick of his wrist, Lugh added several threads of Fire and the net vibrated to life. The construct caught Uscias at the waist as he lunged for Lugh’s throat.
White-hot light streaked across Lugh’s vision once more as the High Prince vibrated and smoked within the net of static fire. The sword dropped from his hands as his muscles convulsed and his jaw worked soundless cries.
Lugh let the weave drop and reformed it as an invisible hand of Air, reaching out and taking the Sword of Light. Lugh laughed despite himself and brought the blade down to rest in his belt loop. Uscias lay crumpled on the ground, his skin smoking.
Gobain came from nowhere, snapping a familiar silver collar down upon the High Prince’s tender neck. Lugh gasped and took a step back as the son of Brigid summarily collapsed off to the right of the High Prince’s unconscious form.
“What in the Otherworld…?” Lugh exclaimed as the shadow from the doorway emerged.
Brigid stood off a ways, judging the scene and holding a look of supreme calm.
“A clean death is better than those collars,” Brigid announced, “But then, my sons have always used the tools that they find at hand.”
Uscias lunged forward with the Sword of Light, aiming to sever the connection between Lugh and the spearhead. Lugh pulled it back without thought and wove a thick Fiber of Air to knock Uscias off his feet. The High Prince skipped once or twice before regaining his footing and attempting another leap for the spearhead.
Lugh held it back and reworked his weaving – expanding the Fibers of Air until they formed a net that split the room in half. With a precise flick of his wrist, Lugh added several threads of Fire and the net vibrated to life. The construct caught Uscias at the waist as he lunged for Lugh’s throat.
White-hot light streaked across Lugh’s vision once more as the High Prince vibrated and smoked within the net of static fire. The sword dropped from his hands as his muscles convulsed and his jaw worked soundless cries.
Lugh let the weave drop and reformed it as an invisible hand of Air, reaching out and taking the Sword of Light. Lugh laughed despite himself and brought the blade down to rest in his belt loop. Uscias lay crumpled on the ground, his skin smoking.
Gobain came from nowhere, snapping a familiar silver collar down upon the High Prince’s tender neck. Lugh gasped and took a step back as the son of Brigid summarily collapsed off to the right of the High Prince’s unconscious form.
“What in the Otherworld…?” Lugh exclaimed as the shadow from the doorway emerged.
Brigid stood off a ways, judging the scene and holding a look of supreme calm.
“A clean death is better than those collars,” Brigid announced, “But then, my sons have always used the tools that they find at hand.”
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