10-27-2015, 03:03 PM
They wound their way through the tunnels. Wasn't much to say at this point. Ivan was focused on their quarry anyway. He didn't want to be taken by surprise this time. In fact, as he walked- sometimes splashing through puddles of....muddy water he hoped- he tried to remember back to what Volodin had thrown at him.
It wasn't like he could remember it all that clearly. He was rather preoccupied trying to keep Zo and everyone else safe. But he had seen those...'arrows' for lack of a better word, coming at him. He thought they might have been made of fire. It damn sure felt like fire when it had hit him. And when he'd closed the distance and started physically wailing on the guy he had been stunned by some sort of sharpened tool, like glass. It hadn't burned but was instead cool even as he felt it pierce his side.
They were just fragments of memory but they were all he had. The guy had shaped threads into weapons just like he had done with the thread of fire that took off that monster's head back in the tunnels with Xena. But most of the time he just flailed about with his power, as if it were a bludgeon, pummeling with air or fire. He could feel the power surge through him and he wanted to do something with it, wanted to shape it, to craft it, now, to make it into something.
But he didn't know what. Or how. Sharpen things down, yes. But craft threads? He felt frustration. And anger. Anger at the pastor. Anger even at Smiley. Maybe he could look the guy up. He prolly wasn't all that keen on reigniting their clear "friendship". He snorted at the idea. Still, he was the only other person he could talk to who could use the power. Unless....he supposed he could try to see the Ascendancy again. But even as he said it, he knew it was impossible.
Still, he knew one thing. If he saw Volodin he was going to strike as hard and fast as he knew how. He readed air and fire. A bat or a sledge hammer was a pretty effective weapon if you moved fast and hit hard enough. God knew he was angry enough.
They made it outside and were immediately on the edges of a large crowd surrounding a burning building. A second explosion hit and people screamed scattered. Ivan pulled his own badge out as well and pushed throw the milling crowds. But he also drew on the power- almost as if he were inhaling as deeply as possible, to the point that his lungs strained and stung- and looked around, trying to pierce the chaos and madness. He could feel that sense of dread or danger that indicated a man was using the power. He glowered as he looked around, ready to strike, trying to find the man. It had to be Volodin, despite Vega's words.
Speaking of....where was the man anyway? He found him near a couple, the man on his knees, the woman staring into the flames. Ivan focused. The power was flowing out of the man, his intricate weave growing larger and larger. It wasn't Volodin, but that didn't matter. The man was dangerous and was doing something.
Ivan rushed, trying to adjust his weave so he could strike the man without hitting the woman or Vega. It wouldn't do to get a fellow officer hurt from friendly fire. The man's weave was getting bigger- earth and fire in some pattern he couldn't figure out. He didn't have any more time.
It wasn't like he could remember it all that clearly. He was rather preoccupied trying to keep Zo and everyone else safe. But he had seen those...'arrows' for lack of a better word, coming at him. He thought they might have been made of fire. It damn sure felt like fire when it had hit him. And when he'd closed the distance and started physically wailing on the guy he had been stunned by some sort of sharpened tool, like glass. It hadn't burned but was instead cool even as he felt it pierce his side.
They were just fragments of memory but they were all he had. The guy had shaped threads into weapons just like he had done with the thread of fire that took off that monster's head back in the tunnels with Xena. But most of the time he just flailed about with his power, as if it were a bludgeon, pummeling with air or fire. He could feel the power surge through him and he wanted to do something with it, wanted to shape it, to craft it, now, to make it into something.
But he didn't know what. Or how. Sharpen things down, yes. But craft threads? He felt frustration. And anger. Anger at the pastor. Anger even at Smiley. Maybe he could look the guy up. He prolly wasn't all that keen on reigniting their clear "friendship". He snorted at the idea. Still, he was the only other person he could talk to who could use the power. Unless....he supposed he could try to see the Ascendancy again. But even as he said it, he knew it was impossible.
Still, he knew one thing. If he saw Volodin he was going to strike as hard and fast as he knew how. He readed air and fire. A bat or a sledge hammer was a pretty effective weapon if you moved fast and hit hard enough. God knew he was angry enough.
They made it outside and were immediately on the edges of a large crowd surrounding a burning building. A second explosion hit and people screamed scattered. Ivan pulled his own badge out as well and pushed throw the milling crowds. But he also drew on the power- almost as if he were inhaling as deeply as possible, to the point that his lungs strained and stung- and looked around, trying to pierce the chaos and madness. He could feel that sense of dread or danger that indicated a man was using the power. He glowered as he looked around, ready to strike, trying to find the man. It had to be Volodin, despite Vega's words.
Speaking of....where was the man anyway? He found him near a couple, the man on his knees, the woman staring into the flames. Ivan focused. The power was flowing out of the man, his intricate weave growing larger and larger. It wasn't Volodin, but that didn't matter. The man was dangerous and was doing something.
Ivan rushed, trying to adjust his weave so he could strike the man without hitting the woman or Vega. It wouldn't do to get a fellow officer hurt from friendly fire. The man's weave was getting bigger- earth and fire in some pattern he couldn't figure out. He didn't have any more time.