07-03-2014, 12:03 AM
Every sound seemed amplified as they were making their way slowly towards the flickering orange light. Despite the chill, sweat trickled down his back, his enhanced senses making it seem like the drop took forever to make the trip. Time had slowed. The distant sounds of growls and something thchunking drifted to him. Suddenly, as if popping a bubble, they heard a voice scream from the tunnel entrance, “Hey! I don’t care who you are out there, or what you think I’m doing here! But there’s something freaking crazy goin’ on down here!”
At that moment, all hell broke loose.
Ivan's head swung round as the noise from up ahead resolved itself into a man stumbling from an open door, moving quickly but obviously pained, smell of fresh blood in the air making it clear he was injured. The man spoke- voice weak and strained. "Help...monsters."
There was no mistaking those word. Guess Zoya was right, floated into his mind. Ivan looked at the man and then drew on the power to bursting until his skin prickled, life flooding into him.
But he did not feel euphoria. The power that flooded him only made him feel all the more determined to deal with the threat, whatever it was. He had no time to wonder at the strangeness of it all. Police training kicked in. There was at least one person injured and another calling out for aid. Whether he personally believed in under-the-bed-monsters or not, he had a job to do.
Drayson saw the threat too. Immediately he ordered to the city worker to take the injured man as well as the owner of the voice- Ivan had known it was a women from the timbre of her voice- and keep them safe. He pulled his non-standard city issue gun and Ivan pulled his own 9mm and together they advanced down toward the tunnel with care. The feeling of oppression had gone. He had no time for that. They had to stop this thing. But if they were chasing monsters he figured guns would be useless. Still,holding his gun straight in front of him, he advanced with Drayson at the head. He'd give it to Drayson, he didn't back down either.
He made some comment to Ivan about his needing to fight down his claustrophobia- Ivan guess it was obvious from how he'd not been so chatty down here- but Ivan was good, so he threw out, "Don't worry bout me Cap'n. Something's bad out there and that's all I need to know."
Ivan advanced with Drayson into and down the tunnel. Though the power made his vision clear, it took a moment for his mind to process what he was seeing. Some kind of large....hairless bear or something- not a bear he know, but it was the closest his mind could come to putting a name to it- moving with lightning speed against a small woman with a sword. What the fuck?
He saw the speed with which she struck at the creature- sometimes drawing blood- even as she danced around its attempts to score a blow. It was a beautiful dance of death. But the creature was bigger than her and eventually, it would take just one slip and the thing would get at least one shot. A blow like that would knock even him or Drayson to the ground. Little woman like that would fly through the air into a wall and then she'd be done.
Drayson held his gun out like he was trying to draw a bead on the thing, but it never stood still. Ivan knew that it was hopeless to try to shoot it. He out his gun down and took a breath, drawing the power into him, feeling that force fight him, to overwhelm him. Anger welled up in him, along with fear- not fear for himself, but fear for the woman, fear for the other voice-less woman, fear for the man and even for Drayson. People needed him, needed help. He didn't have to time to fight the fucking power. He needed it and that was that. It was his job to protect people, his more than anyone else here.
He walked up to Drayson and then past him, eyes on the fast moving creature. He needed to be careful. Ascendancy had taught him, but he'd never had to use it, not once while out on patrol. His own wits and muscle had been enough during all that time. But this time was different. Now he knew why Ascendancy had taught him.
He was close enough now that he could see the creature moving. It was massive, easily half again as big as him and twice as wide, long hair whipping about as massively muscled arms and wicked claws raked the air to get at the woman, horns curled away from its head. Ivan wove threads of air and flicked them toward it, grabbed the creature in mid-swipe, binding its arms to its body. It struggled and thrashed, but Ivan refused to let it go and instead slammed it against the tunnel wall.
He could have sent fire to it, wreathed it in flame, but the woman might have been killed as well. Have to be a moron to do that. Air seemed to be the best bet, to restrain the creature while safeguarding the woman.
Course he knew jack what to do after that. He could only do one weave at a time and he was using that to hold the thing. Perhaps he could let the thing go and then destroy it with fire once she got clear. He called out to her, "Get away from it so I can kill it!"
At that moment, all hell broke loose.
Ivan's head swung round as the noise from up ahead resolved itself into a man stumbling from an open door, moving quickly but obviously pained, smell of fresh blood in the air making it clear he was injured. The man spoke- voice weak and strained. "Help...monsters."
There was no mistaking those word. Guess Zoya was right, floated into his mind. Ivan looked at the man and then drew on the power to bursting until his skin prickled, life flooding into him.
But he did not feel euphoria. The power that flooded him only made him feel all the more determined to deal with the threat, whatever it was. He had no time to wonder at the strangeness of it all. Police training kicked in. There was at least one person injured and another calling out for aid. Whether he personally believed in under-the-bed-monsters or not, he had a job to do.
Drayson saw the threat too. Immediately he ordered to the city worker to take the injured man as well as the owner of the voice- Ivan had known it was a women from the timbre of her voice- and keep them safe. He pulled his non-standard city issue gun and Ivan pulled his own 9mm and together they advanced down toward the tunnel with care. The feeling of oppression had gone. He had no time for that. They had to stop this thing. But if they were chasing monsters he figured guns would be useless. Still,holding his gun straight in front of him, he advanced with Drayson at the head. He'd give it to Drayson, he didn't back down either.
He made some comment to Ivan about his needing to fight down his claustrophobia- Ivan guess it was obvious from how he'd not been so chatty down here- but Ivan was good, so he threw out, "Don't worry bout me Cap'n. Something's bad out there and that's all I need to know."
Ivan advanced with Drayson into and down the tunnel. Though the power made his vision clear, it took a moment for his mind to process what he was seeing. Some kind of large....hairless bear or something- not a bear he know, but it was the closest his mind could come to putting a name to it- moving with lightning speed against a small woman with a sword. What the fuck?
He saw the speed with which she struck at the creature- sometimes drawing blood- even as she danced around its attempts to score a blow. It was a beautiful dance of death. But the creature was bigger than her and eventually, it would take just one slip and the thing would get at least one shot. A blow like that would knock even him or Drayson to the ground. Little woman like that would fly through the air into a wall and then she'd be done.
Drayson held his gun out like he was trying to draw a bead on the thing, but it never stood still. Ivan knew that it was hopeless to try to shoot it. He out his gun down and took a breath, drawing the power into him, feeling that force fight him, to overwhelm him. Anger welled up in him, along with fear- not fear for himself, but fear for the woman, fear for the other voice-less woman, fear for the man and even for Drayson. People needed him, needed help. He didn't have to time to fight the fucking power. He needed it and that was that. It was his job to protect people, his more than anyone else here.
He walked up to Drayson and then past him, eyes on the fast moving creature. He needed to be careful. Ascendancy had taught him, but he'd never had to use it, not once while out on patrol. His own wits and muscle had been enough during all that time. But this time was different. Now he knew why Ascendancy had taught him.
He was close enough now that he could see the creature moving. It was massive, easily half again as big as him and twice as wide, long hair whipping about as massively muscled arms and wicked claws raked the air to get at the woman, horns curled away from its head. Ivan wove threads of air and flicked them toward it, grabbed the creature in mid-swipe, binding its arms to its body. It struggled and thrashed, but Ivan refused to let it go and instead slammed it against the tunnel wall.
He could have sent fire to it, wreathed it in flame, but the woman might have been killed as well. Have to be a moron to do that. Air seemed to be the best bet, to restrain the creature while safeguarding the woman.
Course he knew jack what to do after that. He could only do one weave at a time and he was using that to hold the thing. Perhaps he could let the thing go and then destroy it with fire once she got clear. He called out to her, "Get away from it so I can kill it!"