08-16-2018, 05:16 PM
Cruz let go of his wall of air weave as the commotion died down. As abruptly as it had ended before it started all over again. The world changed, the darkness was the only Cruz could see, but he felt the other men around the room, beacons. And then there was screaming and even then there were lights like at Methos' concert and Nox had mimicked in the basement as a part of his training since he saw them.
Cruz stared openly and even before he could fully comprehend was was going on he was blasted backwards. A shiver ran up his spin from the use of the female source, that could be the only explanation. Though Cruz had not actually felt it before, except only briefly when Emily channeled. Nox had explained it to him aftewards. now it felt like he was going to drown in the chill, but he was too busy staring at the mound that was now Nox.
Nox... A small smirk spread across his lips. He could save him for once. But that thing might attack him? He wasn't a fighter. But if Nox were free, or the other guy. There were so many other channelers here, they could help him. Cruz was no hero but Nox was his friend, despite his supposed job description - which he all in all sucked at. Though if Cruz got hurt this time it was his own fault. Nox told him to leave. He hadn't.
The Ascendancy, could smite this now that he was free. Where was he? Did he even survive.
Cruz stood up slowly shaking the feeling of groginess from him from the expelling force. He mimiced the weaves he'd see Nox do, he could have followed the other man's but this one Cruz knew - it was only reverse. Nox didn't have many easy tricks, but warming the air was something he did often, cooling it too when it was too hot outside he claimed. Though here in Moscow he'd never used it for more than demonstration.
Cruz was hardly strong, and the weave was complex. Well more complex than weaving a fireball, or a wall of air. The weave slipped several times before Cruz was pulling the heat from the thing that was capturing Nox... That was all he could do. Nothing more. He couldn't even think beyond holding the weave. It took all of his concentration. And Cruz prayed he would be ignored long enough for someone else to free Nox.
Cruz stared openly and even before he could fully comprehend was was going on he was blasted backwards. A shiver ran up his spin from the use of the female source, that could be the only explanation. Though Cruz had not actually felt it before, except only briefly when Emily channeled. Nox had explained it to him aftewards. now it felt like he was going to drown in the chill, but he was too busy staring at the mound that was now Nox.
Nox... A small smirk spread across his lips. He could save him for once. But that thing might attack him? He wasn't a fighter. But if Nox were free, or the other guy. There were so many other channelers here, they could help him. Cruz was no hero but Nox was his friend, despite his supposed job description - which he all in all sucked at. Though if Cruz got hurt this time it was his own fault. Nox told him to leave. He hadn't.
The Ascendancy, could smite this now that he was free. Where was he? Did he even survive.
Cruz stood up slowly shaking the feeling of groginess from him from the expelling force. He mimiced the weaves he'd see Nox do, he could have followed the other man's but this one Cruz knew - it was only reverse. Nox didn't have many easy tricks, but warming the air was something he did often, cooling it too when it was too hot outside he claimed. Though here in Moscow he'd never used it for more than demonstration.
Cruz was hardly strong, and the weave was complex. Well more complex than weaving a fireball, or a wall of air. The weave slipped several times before Cruz was pulling the heat from the thing that was capturing Nox... That was all he could do. Nothing more. He couldn't even think beyond holding the weave. It took all of his concentration. And Cruz prayed he would be ignored long enough for someone else to free Nox.