01-05-2018, 12:20 PM
The man charged even as she ran away. Nox's instinct was to throw a wall between him and the man. It was thick enough to stop him and keep him busy for a while. He had barely reached the invisible wall when the proverbial shit hit the fan. His ears started to ring like a flash bang gone wrong. Nox covered his ears with his hands and started to move to look around but the moment he turned he felt burning hot, flesh melting, blood boiling.
It was hard to think. Hard to do anything but cover his ears, but that did little to help the rest of his body. He sank to his knees and curled in a ball but it kept coming kept hurling at him. His hand touched the ground. His power was still held tightly, it fought to overwhelm him. It was like burning from the inside out and the outside in.
But the ground, felt cool to his touch, he let his power go through it let his instinct kick in, protect him, hide him. His only thoughts - lead being a second close. The air grew warm and the feeling diminished but the air around him was hot and stuffy.
His head was a buzz. He couldn't see straight. Nox's hand took hold of the earth below his fingers. The cement crumbled in his grasp. It was like mud, but he felt home. Felt at ease but the pain poured through his body trying to erase that feeling. A slow trickle of blood ran from his ear and dripped on to his leather jacket or what was left of it.
His power pushed out, formed a thicker bubble inside the one he was in. And then Nox pushed out the bubble and there was a resounding pop. His ear drums or the bursting earth bubble he didn't know which. The outer shell of earth and lead shattered into billions of tiny pieces and flew out in every direction. Up, out and away. Nox didn't hear them pierce the brick walls around him, he didn't see anything as he hid inside yet another bubble, thicker wider with only a single air hole in the top.
Nox prepared a second weave and sent it into the ground... it shook the very earth around him...He wasn't sure how long he would hold on, but inside the bubble he'd either live or die, but he hoped to take as many with him, he only had to hold on...
It was hard to think. Hard to do anything but cover his ears, but that did little to help the rest of his body. He sank to his knees and curled in a ball but it kept coming kept hurling at him. His hand touched the ground. His power was still held tightly, it fought to overwhelm him. It was like burning from the inside out and the outside in.
But the ground, felt cool to his touch, he let his power go through it let his instinct kick in, protect him, hide him. His only thoughts - lead being a second close. The air grew warm and the feeling diminished but the air around him was hot and stuffy.
His head was a buzz. He couldn't see straight. Nox's hand took hold of the earth below his fingers. The cement crumbled in his grasp. It was like mud, but he felt home. Felt at ease but the pain poured through his body trying to erase that feeling. A slow trickle of blood ran from his ear and dripped on to his leather jacket or what was left of it.
His power pushed out, formed a thicker bubble inside the one he was in. And then Nox pushed out the bubble and there was a resounding pop. His ear drums or the bursting earth bubble he didn't know which. The outer shell of earth and lead shattered into billions of tiny pieces and flew out in every direction. Up, out and away. Nox didn't hear them pierce the brick walls around him, he didn't see anything as he hid inside yet another bubble, thicker wider with only a single air hole in the top.
Nox prepared a second weave and sent it into the ground... it shook the very earth around him...He wasn't sure how long he would hold on, but inside the bubble he'd either live or die, but he hoped to take as many with him, he only had to hold on...
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