11-13-2015, 11:47 AM
Ivan listened carefully. Nox seemed to know what he was doing. And he was there to learn. And to keep his people safe.
He looked down at that creature, filing the name Oni away, as well as its weak spot. When he'd taken its head with a thread of razor thin air it had come away easy enough. Still, he'd make sure to adjust his attack next time.
He did like the feel of punch the thing, though. That had been something. Like when he and his brother were younger and they'd be in the woods just before spring. Lots of dead trees and growth. They'd plow through it all feeling powerful and god-like as they physically chopped at limbs and branches and even trunks and felt that satisfying split. It was a purely male thing, an expression of just destructive physical power. That was how it had felt fighting the Oni. Still, he could see Nox was right. Doing that would tire him out quickly.
He followed Nox as the crept down the tunnel, Nox constantly fumbling with his wallet. Ivan saw glimpses of some sort of map app. Smart man. No need to get lost down here. Not that he got lost much. He seemed to always know where he was. But if all hell broke loose and they were running, it would be far harder to figure out where they were. And being lost down here would seriously suck.
Nox gestured to stop, using signals he'd obviously learned from TV. Ivan smiled, but said nothing and stopped, watching carefully. On the force, the signaling was actually pretty sophisticated. It was nearly its own language at this point. Maybe he'd teach that to Nox. It would only be fair, as Nox was teaching him. Especially if they did this again.
Nox sent a fireball down the tunnel and the light illuminated writhing hairy limbed bodies that seemed to turn in unison. Right toward them. The glimpse of them confirmed they were the same type as he'd seen before. They'd be moving fast.
The fireball exploded and he heard screams but had no other time to think. He immediately wove his fire-disks as fast as possible and threw them down the tunnel as hard as he could. He alternating between going down the center and along side the walls. The thought of those things getting near them was terrifying.
The screams of the creatures as they fell mixed with the rage of those who continued forward. There was a whine to it that wanted to dig into this skull, like nails on a chalk board. He made his disks bigger, spinning disks like circular saw blades. He could see limbs and necks and torsos sliced into. Thankfully, there were no gouting sprays of blood and he was glad he'd used fire as part of the weave, as it seemed to be cauterizing the gaping wounds.
Still, they came, a swarm of them like an army of hornets whose nest had been disturbed.
He looked down at that creature, filing the name Oni away, as well as its weak spot. When he'd taken its head with a thread of razor thin air it had come away easy enough. Still, he'd make sure to adjust his attack next time.
He did like the feel of punch the thing, though. That had been something. Like when he and his brother were younger and they'd be in the woods just before spring. Lots of dead trees and growth. They'd plow through it all feeling powerful and god-like as they physically chopped at limbs and branches and even trunks and felt that satisfying split. It was a purely male thing, an expression of just destructive physical power. That was how it had felt fighting the Oni. Still, he could see Nox was right. Doing that would tire him out quickly.
He followed Nox as the crept down the tunnel, Nox constantly fumbling with his wallet. Ivan saw glimpses of some sort of map app. Smart man. No need to get lost down here. Not that he got lost much. He seemed to always know where he was. But if all hell broke loose and they were running, it would be far harder to figure out where they were. And being lost down here would seriously suck.
Nox gestured to stop, using signals he'd obviously learned from TV. Ivan smiled, but said nothing and stopped, watching carefully. On the force, the signaling was actually pretty sophisticated. It was nearly its own language at this point. Maybe he'd teach that to Nox. It would only be fair, as Nox was teaching him. Especially if they did this again.
Nox sent a fireball down the tunnel and the light illuminated writhing hairy limbed bodies that seemed to turn in unison. Right toward them. The glimpse of them confirmed they were the same type as he'd seen before. They'd be moving fast.
The fireball exploded and he heard screams but had no other time to think. He immediately wove his fire-disks as fast as possible and threw them down the tunnel as hard as he could. He alternating between going down the center and along side the walls. The thought of those things getting near them was terrifying.
The screams of the creatures as they fell mixed with the rage of those who continued forward. There was a whine to it that wanted to dig into this skull, like nails on a chalk board. He made his disks bigger, spinning disks like circular saw blades. He could see limbs and necks and torsos sliced into. Thankfully, there were no gouting sprays of blood and he was glad he'd used fire as part of the weave, as it seemed to be cauterizing the gaping wounds.
Still, they came, a swarm of them like an army of hornets whose nest had been disturbed.