08-11-2014, 07:09 AM
Well if Jared got to sit down, Jay figured he might as well. He had no idea how long it took to spellcast - in D&D it was only as long as it took to roll the dice - and Jared might be a while.
In fact, it did take a while. Jay had no problem sitting around doing nothing but wait. MARSOC made sure their guys had patience. Therefore, his senses remained heightened, and focused on anything between Jared, the target, and the seemingly empty space between while stuff was going down. Jay didn't know what he could do if the spell went wrong, but he'd sure as hell do everything in his power to protect the Hellcats more important Legionnaire. Its not like mages were a dime a dozen.
Finally, Jared signaled he was ready. He wasn't looking like he was in the best shape either - Jay recognized the telltale signs of wary focus. Jared was tired. Which meant that his magic came at the cost of his body. That meant it was dangerous work, and there was always the possibility of overstraining. How much could Jared handle?
He didn't point it out, though. He trusted Jared would know his own limits. Besides, this was just practice. In the heat of battle, men could perform extraordinary feats they couldn't duplicate in training.
Silently, Jay nodded his understanding. He returned to the former position and steadied himself. He had to adjust his normal stance to compensate for the wounded leg. He took his time about it until he felt secure.
In the moment he took aim, all nervousness, thought, and doubt faded from his mind. There was nothing but the weapon in his hands and the destruction it represented.
His was a seemingly still and silent figure, until the moment he fired.
Three shots. Aimed straight down the middle. He hoped the spell worked.
In fact, it did take a while. Jay had no problem sitting around doing nothing but wait. MARSOC made sure their guys had patience. Therefore, his senses remained heightened, and focused on anything between Jared, the target, and the seemingly empty space between while stuff was going down. Jay didn't know what he could do if the spell went wrong, but he'd sure as hell do everything in his power to protect the Hellcats more important Legionnaire. Its not like mages were a dime a dozen.
Finally, Jared signaled he was ready. He wasn't looking like he was in the best shape either - Jay recognized the telltale signs of wary focus. Jared was tired. Which meant that his magic came at the cost of his body. That meant it was dangerous work, and there was always the possibility of overstraining. How much could Jared handle?
He didn't point it out, though. He trusted Jared would know his own limits. Besides, this was just practice. In the heat of battle, men could perform extraordinary feats they couldn't duplicate in training.
Silently, Jay nodded his understanding. He returned to the former position and steadied himself. He had to adjust his normal stance to compensate for the wounded leg. He took his time about it until he felt secure.
In the moment he took aim, all nervousness, thought, and doubt faded from his mind. There was nothing but the weapon in his hands and the destruction it represented.
His was a seemingly still and silent figure, until the moment he fired.
Three shots. Aimed straight down the middle. He hoped the spell worked.
Only darkness shows you the light.