03-05-2021, 08:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-05-2021, 09:25 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
The little puppy that came out of the darkness to Nox's hand felt...wrong. There was something malevolent about it, something that rippled along the threads of spirit that fanned out from him, touching everything out there. The darkness of it was tiny, a larger pulsing feel of it ahead.
Ascendancy's light showed the horde ahead of them, distorted figures, some small and dog-like, others more like humans, and at least one that appeared large, a cross between a bull and a man. Despite their differences, there was something disturbing about them, as if they were all part of a larger mind. The way they moved reminded him of schools of fish or flocks of birds.Emergence was the term, the sum was greater than its parts. Was it a hive mind?, he wondered even as he released his weaves. If so, was it distributed or was there a single decision point?
The wall was an issue, for a moment, but Marcus channeled a small wedge of spirit opening it wide enough to let his weaves through. He didn't want to ruin what Nox had done. The explosions of bodies was accompanied by waves of heat he felt as he walked carefully towards the mass closest to him. He had no desire to try to fight them off with his melee weapon, his saber, even his the wall was gone, alone. It was, to be sure, something he was very proud of. But as they said, you don't bring a knife to a gun fight. Or perhaps better, don't use a knife when a gun will do.
The others could handle those streaming toward one of the homeless encampments. He wanted to enjoy the pure destruction without worrying about discussions of collateral damage later.
Weaves of fire and earth and wind continued to leap from his hands.
Ascendancy's light showed the horde ahead of them, distorted figures, some small and dog-like, others more like humans, and at least one that appeared large, a cross between a bull and a man. Despite their differences, there was something disturbing about them, as if they were all part of a larger mind. The way they moved reminded him of schools of fish or flocks of birds.Emergence was the term, the sum was greater than its parts. Was it a hive mind?, he wondered even as he released his weaves. If so, was it distributed or was there a single decision point?
The wall was an issue, for a moment, but Marcus channeled a small wedge of spirit opening it wide enough to let his weaves through. He didn't want to ruin what Nox had done. The explosions of bodies was accompanied by waves of heat he felt as he walked carefully towards the mass closest to him. He had no desire to try to fight them off with his melee weapon, his saber, even his the wall was gone, alone. It was, to be sure, something he was very proud of. But as they said, you don't bring a knife to a gun fight. Or perhaps better, don't use a knife when a gun will do.
The others could handle those streaming toward one of the homeless encampments. He wanted to enjoy the pure destruction without worrying about discussions of collateral damage later.
Weaves of fire and earth and wind continued to leap from his hands.