07-21-2016, 11:52 AM
“Turn your eyes towards me dear one.”
The words themselves were oddly… almost fond, but there was no mistaking the menace in the psycho’s tone of voice. Cain’s breath hitched as he realized that he might’ve gotten out of the pan and into the fire. The magician’s treatment of the monsters could be brushed off; they were monsters after all. However, something told the redhead that he wouldn’t be much better off if he was left to the stranger’s tender mercies.
The jolt of fear was enough for him to grab and hold onto the fire within himself. Each time he did so, Cain felt himself getting better and better at wrestling his magic under control. It constantly wanted to break free, to burn and explode, and he imagined that if he weren’t careful enough, it would consume him just as easily as it consumed his enemies. Still, Cain didn’t attack. As aggravating as it was to be seen as a victim, he’d seen the dregs of society over the past few months. There were enough people on the streets who hurt others for the pleasure of it that he’d learned to give them a wide berth. Besides, he still didn’t know how to fight other magicians. Cain couldn’t say why, but some feeling told him that the other man was stronger than him.
Fortunately his protector continued to live up to his nickname. The taller man did… something again with his magic. Cain recognized the feel from before. The not-fire magic settled between the humans and the monsters, creating some sort of barrier. Another flavor sank into the ground, causing tremors in the floor. Each one was distinct from Cain’s fire, but felt similar to his magic. He could perceive the differences almost as if he were tasting them, in that taste was sometimes a tingling sensation on his tongue. Cautiously, Cain reached out towards the wall of magic and was surprised to feel a cool, solid structure, even though he couldn’t see anything. Clearly there was something keeping the monsters at bay though.
“You will not touch him.”
Cain was barely processing his relief at that, when the ground trembled again, accompanied by a surge of a different type of magic. Suddenly it clicked. The invisible wall… Air. The ground trembling was Earth. The magic was elemental. Shaking his head, Cain pushed the thoughts aside. He’d have to experiment more with his powers later, especially if there were other magicians out to kill him. He’d missed most of the good stranger’s speech, although he caught something along the lines of ripping the crazy one’s head off if he killed any humans.
“I’m behind that one hundred percent mate,”
he mumbled under his breath. With the snarling of the creatures behind him, and the… whatever was going on between the two magical strangers in front of him, Cain was still scared enough to maintain his grip on his gift. Resolutely, he set his jaw and curled his hands into fists. He’d felt the stranger’s solid air and quaking ground tricks twice now. Even though he’d want to practice them, in a fit of desperation he might be able to replicate the feats. And if not, well his fire hadn’t failed him yet. He should be able to put up a better fight than the dog-vampires anyway. For now it looked like the friendly one had things under control. Hopefully it stayed that way.
The words themselves were oddly… almost fond, but there was no mistaking the menace in the psycho’s tone of voice. Cain’s breath hitched as he realized that he might’ve gotten out of the pan and into the fire. The magician’s treatment of the monsters could be brushed off; they were monsters after all. However, something told the redhead that he wouldn’t be much better off if he was left to the stranger’s tender mercies.
The jolt of fear was enough for him to grab and hold onto the fire within himself. Each time he did so, Cain felt himself getting better and better at wrestling his magic under control. It constantly wanted to break free, to burn and explode, and he imagined that if he weren’t careful enough, it would consume him just as easily as it consumed his enemies. Still, Cain didn’t attack. As aggravating as it was to be seen as a victim, he’d seen the dregs of society over the past few months. There were enough people on the streets who hurt others for the pleasure of it that he’d learned to give them a wide berth. Besides, he still didn’t know how to fight other magicians. Cain couldn’t say why, but some feeling told him that the other man was stronger than him.
Fortunately his protector continued to live up to his nickname. The taller man did… something again with his magic. Cain recognized the feel from before. The not-fire magic settled between the humans and the monsters, creating some sort of barrier. Another flavor sank into the ground, causing tremors in the floor. Each one was distinct from Cain’s fire, but felt similar to his magic. He could perceive the differences almost as if he were tasting them, in that taste was sometimes a tingling sensation on his tongue. Cautiously, Cain reached out towards the wall of magic and was surprised to feel a cool, solid structure, even though he couldn’t see anything. Clearly there was something keeping the monsters at bay though.
“You will not touch him.”
Cain was barely processing his relief at that, when the ground trembled again, accompanied by a surge of a different type of magic. Suddenly it clicked. The invisible wall… Air. The ground trembling was Earth. The magic was elemental. Shaking his head, Cain pushed the thoughts aside. He’d have to experiment more with his powers later, especially if there were other magicians out to kill him. He’d missed most of the good stranger’s speech, although he caught something along the lines of ripping the crazy one’s head off if he killed any humans.
“I’m behind that one hundred percent mate,”
he mumbled under his breath. With the snarling of the creatures behind him, and the… whatever was going on between the two magical strangers in front of him, Cain was still scared enough to maintain his grip on his gift. Resolutely, he set his jaw and curled his hands into fists. He’d felt the stranger’s solid air and quaking ground tricks twice now. Even though he’d want to practice them, in a fit of desperation he might be able to replicate the feats. And if not, well his fire hadn’t failed him yet. He should be able to put up a better fight than the dog-vampires anyway. For now it looked like the friendly one had things under control. Hopefully it stayed that way.