02-14-2018, 02:27 PM
Jaxen didn't resist when Nox pulled him back. The guy thought reasoning with people was going to work? Yeah it was a bad idea from the start. It didn't matter if Aria was a orphan-killing murderous psychopath, which maybe she was, who knew, or if she was a saint. A channeler strolled into their home, slaughtered her in about the most gruesome way possible, cleaned up after himself and tried to stroll right out again like nothing happened.
Jaxen was eyeballing potential escape routes when Nox wove fires of the ancient power into the handgun. Not particularly keen on getting shot here, he likewise agreed with Nox's assumption that it was the most dangerous weapon present.
But fires? Jaxen dropped his mouth to tell Nox to stop, but heat high enough to burn through the grip and make the man drop his sole source of defense was hot enough to make the weapon discharge.
"Nox--"
Jaxen started too late. The weapon fired the round in the chamber. The loud bang clapped all their ears and incited chaos. The fifteen men charged. Jaxen's eyes flared wide. He tried to wield the power to shove some away, but it slipped through his fingers.
The man with the bat swung, and Jaxen threw a hand up. He grabbed the man's wrist and let his own momentum carry him forward, deflecting the bat past his own head. But bodies closed in. Someone grabbed his coat and yanked. His feet got tangled up in the spin and he tripped to the ground. Not good, not good, not good!
His ribs flared hot. Smacks of wood on bone filled his ears. Anger flared hot, displacing fear. He pulled on as much power as he could and shoved it all out and away from him. A bubble opened up as men were tossed from their feet. Jax climbed to his own and turned in a circle. "Enough!"
He growled and hugged his own ribs. If one was broken he was going to be pissed. He was about ready to leave Nox to the mob. Even curiosity wasn't worth this trouble.
He stalked forward, throwing up more walls of Air from the ancient power like Nox had done before Aria.
Jaxen was eyeballing potential escape routes when Nox wove fires of the ancient power into the handgun. Not particularly keen on getting shot here, he likewise agreed with Nox's assumption that it was the most dangerous weapon present.
But fires? Jaxen dropped his mouth to tell Nox to stop, but heat high enough to burn through the grip and make the man drop his sole source of defense was hot enough to make the weapon discharge.
"Nox--"
Jaxen started too late. The weapon fired the round in the chamber. The loud bang clapped all their ears and incited chaos. The fifteen men charged. Jaxen's eyes flared wide. He tried to wield the power to shove some away, but it slipped through his fingers.
The man with the bat swung, and Jaxen threw a hand up. He grabbed the man's wrist and let his own momentum carry him forward, deflecting the bat past his own head. But bodies closed in. Someone grabbed his coat and yanked. His feet got tangled up in the spin and he tripped to the ground. Not good, not good, not good!
His ribs flared hot. Smacks of wood on bone filled his ears. Anger flared hot, displacing fear. He pulled on as much power as he could and shoved it all out and away from him. A bubble opened up as men were tossed from their feet. Jax climbed to his own and turned in a circle. "Enough!"
He growled and hugged his own ribs. If one was broken he was going to be pissed. He was about ready to leave Nox to the mob. Even curiosity wasn't worth this trouble.
He stalked forward, throwing up more walls of Air from the ancient power like Nox had done before Aria.