02-14-2018, 03:03 PM
Apparently Nox lived his life under a bloody filter of violence. Every instinct he wielded was to lash out with intimidation and danger. The ground shook alarmingly. Cracks and rumbles echoed in the alley, the windows pattering in old frames overhead. An old gargoyle at the corner of the Gothic structure cracked, dust of shattered concrete billowed like clouds. Threads of the ancient power caught it, but before Jaxen saw it coast safely to the ground, two more crumbled. He almost panicked, but coils of more air erupted. He groaned under the strain like he was barely hanging onto the edge of a cliff. Sweat pulsed from his brow. Together, the falling debris were discarded safely aside.
Meanwhile, a fiery strand flared from the hellish whip Nox wielded. Damn that guy was dramatic. Jaxen liked it. He copied the weaves Nox used and a similar whip of fire erupted into his control. He grinned devilishly as the glow flicked at people's feet. "I said back,"
he stated.
Together, they forged a path out, but on the periphery of his vision, someone grabbed at the now-cooled gun. It took all his efforts to divide his focus enough to splinter his powers in two. Holding the whip, flicking it at people's feet as they went, and lassoing the gun with invisible ropes and yanking it from the man's grasp. Jaxen deposited it high on a railing. Its not like he wanted it for himself, but neither was he going to just leave it laying around.
Nobody was going to die today, although now he noticed, it seemed like Nox might. He was bleeding, doubled over, his face wrenched with pain. The driver was going to be pissed about the blood soon to soak into leather seats.
They guys kept their distance, scared by the whips and shook to their senses. At the entrance to the camp, they met the wider boulevard, and Jaxen pointed out his car. "There it is. Go,"
he took off. After all this work, Nox better be worth the trouble.
Meanwhile, a fiery strand flared from the hellish whip Nox wielded. Damn that guy was dramatic. Jaxen liked it. He copied the weaves Nox used and a similar whip of fire erupted into his control. He grinned devilishly as the glow flicked at people's feet. "I said back,"
he stated.
Together, they forged a path out, but on the periphery of his vision, someone grabbed at the now-cooled gun. It took all his efforts to divide his focus enough to splinter his powers in two. Holding the whip, flicking it at people's feet as they went, and lassoing the gun with invisible ropes and yanking it from the man's grasp. Jaxen deposited it high on a railing. Its not like he wanted it for himself, but neither was he going to just leave it laying around.
Nobody was going to die today, although now he noticed, it seemed like Nox might. He was bleeding, doubled over, his face wrenched with pain. The driver was going to be pissed about the blood soon to soak into leather seats.
They guys kept their distance, scared by the whips and shook to their senses. At the entrance to the camp, they met the wider boulevard, and Jaxen pointed out his car. "There it is. Go,"
he took off. After all this work, Nox better be worth the trouble.