02-16-2015, 12:01 PM
Ivan saw the look on the man's face and his heart dropped. All these people were in danger. He had to protect them! Before he had time to throw his dome, though, a weave of sound and light slammed into him and those around him. He was thrown back into Zoya. He didn't have time to turn around to check on her because the man was doing it again.
Screams and panic and chaos filled the air as people ran about, trying to flee. That at least was good. The less people about the better. Still, there were too many.
He threw the dome at the man as quickly as he could, tried to hold it with all his strength. He felt the strain of it, like pressing down with all his strength. His skin tingled and he felt pain. But he had to contain the man, stop him before he could hurt anyone. He reached for a radio that wasn't there to call for back up. He called to Zoya, "Call the police!"
while he wove more air to try and shore up the dome.
Because what he was seeing was not possible. The man had made a blade of spirit and was slashing at his dome and somehow it was weakening. He felt the recoil of the threads he held slam into him a handful at a time like the recoil from his gun.
Speaking of which, he pulled his gun even as he tried to weave another shield of sorts. Maybe he could slam it into the guy and knock him down. The man was fast, though. Already he saw something form almost instantaneously, but he couldn't back down. He was the only one here who could stop him. Instead he tried to throw the wall at him as quickly as possible.
Screams and panic and chaos filled the air as people ran about, trying to flee. That at least was good. The less people about the better. Still, there were too many.
He threw the dome at the man as quickly as he could, tried to hold it with all his strength. He felt the strain of it, like pressing down with all his strength. His skin tingled and he felt pain. But he had to contain the man, stop him before he could hurt anyone. He reached for a radio that wasn't there to call for back up. He called to Zoya, "Call the police!"
while he wove more air to try and shore up the dome.
Because what he was seeing was not possible. The man had made a blade of spirit and was slashing at his dome and somehow it was weakening. He felt the recoil of the threads he held slam into him a handful at a time like the recoil from his gun.
Speaking of which, he pulled his gun even as he tried to weave another shield of sorts. Maybe he could slam it into the guy and knock him down. The man was fast, though. Already he saw something form almost instantaneously, but he couldn't back down. He was the only one here who could stop him. Instead he tried to throw the wall at him as quickly as possible.