07-20-2016, 07:47 PM
To say that Cain was surprised would be an understatement. He certainly hadn’t expected strange dog-vampire creatures to attack him. Even so, it wasn’t so shocking that strange beings roamed the underground tunnels of a city like Moscow. What was more startling was the fact that he seemed to have stumbled across the very people he came to the city looking for.
Cain couldn’t help but stare at the strange man who’d jumped into the fight next to him, wielding his own magic. The newcomer killed the monsters with blasts of light, and the redhead had to suppress his revulsion at the obvious sounds of glee he made whilst torturing the creatures. He was so distracted that he almost didn’t notice the dogs approaching his front. Before he could react, what appeared to be a whip made out of fire beheaded the abomination.
Cain yelped as he was pulled bodily behind another stranger. Thankfully he was more startled than scared, because lesser stimuli had caused him to lose control over his gift in the past, and the last thing the redhead wanted was to piss off these obviously more experienced magicians. “Stay behind me,”
the second man commanded. “Let us handle it.”
“No problem,”
Cain mumbled, glad to let him take over.
His protector barely spared him a glance. “More are coming.”
Cain wasn’t sure if it was meant to be a warning to him, or for the man’s companion, who was still gleefully tormenting his captive monster.
The redhead felt a strange, almost buzzing sensation before a fireball leapt into existence in front of them. He could feel the other men using their gifts! Cain had never been so close to another magician using their powers so blatantly before, and he hadn’t realized that he could sense its use. Cain could… ‘see’ wasn’t the right word, exactly, but certainly perceive complex patterns of magic. In fact, he could tell that his protector was using distinct kinds of magic. The nets that caused the fireball were similar to the ones he used to make his own fire, but the other man also formed one… no two different spells that felt entirely different. For the first time Cain wondered if his powers were more flexible than just fire.
Cain felt somewhat useless here, but to be honest he couldn’t be much help anyway. His fear had faded into a sort of numb awe, and with it gone, his ability to access his magic fled as well. So he was reduced to a spectator for now, watching his new companions slaughter the beasts, even though they seemed to just keep coming. “How many of these things are there?!”
the redhead exclaimed.
((sorry I didn't know the color code for your text so I did my best))
Cain couldn’t help but stare at the strange man who’d jumped into the fight next to him, wielding his own magic. The newcomer killed the monsters with blasts of light, and the redhead had to suppress his revulsion at the obvious sounds of glee he made whilst torturing the creatures. He was so distracted that he almost didn’t notice the dogs approaching his front. Before he could react, what appeared to be a whip made out of fire beheaded the abomination.
Cain yelped as he was pulled bodily behind another stranger. Thankfully he was more startled than scared, because lesser stimuli had caused him to lose control over his gift in the past, and the last thing the redhead wanted was to piss off these obviously more experienced magicians. “Stay behind me,”
the second man commanded. “Let us handle it.”
“No problem,”
Cain mumbled, glad to let him take over.
His protector barely spared him a glance. “More are coming.”
Cain wasn’t sure if it was meant to be a warning to him, or for the man’s companion, who was still gleefully tormenting his captive monster.
The redhead felt a strange, almost buzzing sensation before a fireball leapt into existence in front of them. He could feel the other men using their gifts! Cain had never been so close to another magician using their powers so blatantly before, and he hadn’t realized that he could sense its use. Cain could… ‘see’ wasn’t the right word, exactly, but certainly perceive complex patterns of magic. In fact, he could tell that his protector was using distinct kinds of magic. The nets that caused the fireball were similar to the ones he used to make his own fire, but the other man also formed one… no two different spells that felt entirely different. For the first time Cain wondered if his powers were more flexible than just fire.
Cain felt somewhat useless here, but to be honest he couldn’t be much help anyway. His fear had faded into a sort of numb awe, and with it gone, his ability to access his magic fled as well. So he was reduced to a spectator for now, watching his new companions slaughter the beasts, even though they seemed to just keep coming. “How many of these things are there?!”
the redhead exclaimed.
((sorry I didn't know the color code for your text so I did my best))