05-04-2016, 10:54 AM
Manix "saw" the scene unfold in front of him, like a dream. Manannan Mac Lir was in control now and Manix felt the fury of the sea's boil forth.
he saw the hunter fall even as her sword struck home.
A powerful burst of of white threads, Manix knew to be air wrapped the killer in air, dead or alive, he did not matter yet, Manannan Mac Lir was there for the hunter. The abandoned halls was washed in deep sea blue as He washed upon the scene.
The fury of Manannan Mac Lir faded as Manix once again became himself and he knew what he had to do. Only once before had he done this, he did not think he let the power flow thru him and let Manannan Mac Lir fading spirit guide him.
HE WILL NOT HAVE YOU!
A lite probe of air found the bullet, sending in threads of water and earth he slowly pulled it out in the same path it entered. Threads of fire entered behind the bullet, cauterizing the damaged smaller veins. He Froze, an Artery had been hit, blood was filling the void between the lung and the lining surrounding the lung.
Weak in spirit he sent in the best thread he could to mend the severed artery. Before the Artery sealed he used air to draw the blood from the "plural space" and pushed it back into the artery system, infusing the the air used into the blood to add oxygen.
Near exhaustion he probed her mind with what little spirit he could muster, finding a black area he could only feel as hate he sent a final thread of fire to burn it and air to surround it, blocking it from effecting any other part of her brain. He had no idea what effect this might have.
Finally he finished removing the bullet and sealed the wound. I would scar, he had not the strength or talent to make it perfect, but if her spirit was willing, then her body would live.
Done with the hunter he drew his twin daggers to turn upon the would be killer, was he still safely tucked away or did he need the strength of the God's to fight past his own mortality and exhaustion?
he saw the hunter fall even as her sword struck home.
A powerful burst of of white threads, Manix knew to be air wrapped the killer in air, dead or alive, he did not matter yet, Manannan Mac Lir was there for the hunter. The abandoned halls was washed in deep sea blue as He washed upon the scene.
The fury of Manannan Mac Lir faded as Manix once again became himself and he knew what he had to do. Only once before had he done this, he did not think he let the power flow thru him and let Manannan Mac Lir fading spirit guide him.
HE WILL NOT HAVE YOU!
A lite probe of air found the bullet, sending in threads of water and earth he slowly pulled it out in the same path it entered. Threads of fire entered behind the bullet, cauterizing the damaged smaller veins. He Froze, an Artery had been hit, blood was filling the void between the lung and the lining surrounding the lung.
Weak in spirit he sent in the best thread he could to mend the severed artery. Before the Artery sealed he used air to draw the blood from the "plural space" and pushed it back into the artery system, infusing the the air used into the blood to add oxygen.
Near exhaustion he probed her mind with what little spirit he could muster, finding a black area he could only feel as hate he sent a final thread of fire to burn it and air to surround it, blocking it from effecting any other part of her brain. He had no idea what effect this might have.
Finally he finished removing the bullet and sealed the wound. I would scar, he had not the strength or talent to make it perfect, but if her spirit was willing, then her body would live.
Done with the hunter he drew his twin daggers to turn upon the would be killer, was he still safely tucked away or did he need the strength of the God's to fight past his own mortality and exhaustion?