05-16-2014, 07:01 AM
Jon turned aside. The direction of his aim enraged Dane all the fiercer. He was going for Thalia. Dane's butterfly. The pitiful leech passed over them earlier. If Dane were one to play by the laws of social engagement, which of course he was not, he would recognize that Jon disobeyed their mandates. A lion on the high plains challenging a seemingly weaker male.
Dane was not weak.
His jaw clenched. His eyes flickered to the coils and barbs building before his eyes, and oblivion for all else took over his mind.
A bump on the arm, and he retracted the limb. A full on slam against his shoulder and he reeled, unable to recover. The corner of his eye caught, hopelessly, the beauty of his fatal designs fray and disappear in mid air. Individuals ran from Jon's side of the train. They crawled over chairs and pushed Dane to the floor. He managed to find safety along the wall, but not before the distraction severed his connection with the Flame of power.
"Sickness! Dead! It'll kill us all!" Wallets were out, the police were being hailed. Emergency buttons were being pressed. Dane imagined there would be a quarantine group waiting for them at the next train stop. These people spewed their fear amid the chaos, and from where Dane crouched on the floor, between legs ever pressing at the forward stump of the car, he realized the blonde wretch was now a body crumpled on the floor.
He smiled to himself.
Far more beautiful now.
<small>((Dane is stuck on the floor again t the wall where the people have nearly trampled him down to get away from Katya. He's also lost his hold on Saidin, since he's Adept only. The chaos distracted him.))</small>
Edited by Dane Gregory, May 16 2014, 07:02 AM.
Dane was not weak.
His jaw clenched. His eyes flickered to the coils and barbs building before his eyes, and oblivion for all else took over his mind.
A bump on the arm, and he retracted the limb. A full on slam against his shoulder and he reeled, unable to recover. The corner of his eye caught, hopelessly, the beauty of his fatal designs fray and disappear in mid air. Individuals ran from Jon's side of the train. They crawled over chairs and pushed Dane to the floor. He managed to find safety along the wall, but not before the distraction severed his connection with the Flame of power.
"Sickness! Dead! It'll kill us all!" Wallets were out, the police were being hailed. Emergency buttons were being pressed. Dane imagined there would be a quarantine group waiting for them at the next train stop. These people spewed their fear amid the chaos, and from where Dane crouched on the floor, between legs ever pressing at the forward stump of the car, he realized the blonde wretch was now a body crumpled on the floor.
He smiled to himself.
Far more beautiful now.
<small>((Dane is stuck on the floor again t the wall where the people have nearly trampled him down to get away from Katya. He's also lost his hold on Saidin, since he's Adept only. The chaos distracted him.))</small>
Edited by Dane Gregory, May 16 2014, 07:02 AM.