03-15-2017, 08:56 PM
Jay smirked, "Pretty LITTLE girl. Get it right, bro."
Chuckling to himself, he snagged the beer bottle, finished the rest of it, mentally tapping scratching a number two inside his own mind, to keep track.
He found himself surprisingly relaxed while Nox described his own magic spells. It was all so dorky, Jay was pretty sure there were no less than three guys from high school that would be pissing themselves with excitement if they knew what was going on. Hell, maybe one of them were wizards too. These days, you couldn't tell. They could be anyway. A rather disturbing thought. And people used to blow their lids over Concealed Carry laws.
But something quirked his attention from the story. "Did you say healed?"
He blinked, thinking back to two very clear instances. The first was Vanders working his magic on Jay's knee. The second was when he dragged Natalie out of that fiery building and Vanders came to her rescue.
Jaw tightening, Jay realized he was starting to believe all this. Not that he doubted Nox, so far, but how could it be possible? They could be anyone, he thought, just as the first tendril of a fiery strand sparked across his vision.
The fiery strand exploded into a sphere of light. The fire roared and blazed close. Heat blasted his face. He yelled, ducked, and threw his hands across his head as though dodging another type of firefight.
When he looked up, the fire was tickling the edges of an invisible barrier, dissipating even as he jumped to his feet, sprinted away, and hopped the couch. Like the couch was going to provide him any more cover. He glanced at the stairs, gauging whether he could get to them. His gaze finished scanning the rest of the room, looking for a way to dislodge Nox of his magic. Though he was pretty sure he was trapped.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He found his voice colder than he expected it would be. He felt like he was otherwise shaking all over.
Gritting his teeth, he made himself not wince as Nox threw another ball of fire. Though he did duck as it passed over his head.
Fists clenched, he had the sudden sick feeling that this was how a hazing felt. Some kind of trial by fire. Well fuck it. He survived the Marines. He was MARSOC. He could deal with some pyro.
He stood, pivoted, and walked out around the edge of the couch. A deadly grin touched the corners of his mouth. "Alright. Let's do this for real."
Imagining how Nox positioned his arms as he threw the fireballs, Jay shrugged, figuring he was going to look like an ass, and mimicked the movement as he ran aside to jump and roll behind another piece of furniture. No idea if anything happened, he figured another fireball would give him the answer.
Either way, he found himself hiding a smile.
Chuckling to himself, he snagged the beer bottle, finished the rest of it, mentally tapping scratching a number two inside his own mind, to keep track.
He found himself surprisingly relaxed while Nox described his own magic spells. It was all so dorky, Jay was pretty sure there were no less than three guys from high school that would be pissing themselves with excitement if they knew what was going on. Hell, maybe one of them were wizards too. These days, you couldn't tell. They could be anyway. A rather disturbing thought. And people used to blow their lids over Concealed Carry laws.
But something quirked his attention from the story. "Did you say healed?"
He blinked, thinking back to two very clear instances. The first was Vanders working his magic on Jay's knee. The second was when he dragged Natalie out of that fiery building and Vanders came to her rescue.
Jaw tightening, Jay realized he was starting to believe all this. Not that he doubted Nox, so far, but how could it be possible? They could be anyone, he thought, just as the first tendril of a fiery strand sparked across his vision.
The fiery strand exploded into a sphere of light. The fire roared and blazed close. Heat blasted his face. He yelled, ducked, and threw his hands across his head as though dodging another type of firefight.
When he looked up, the fire was tickling the edges of an invisible barrier, dissipating even as he jumped to his feet, sprinted away, and hopped the couch. Like the couch was going to provide him any more cover. He glanced at the stairs, gauging whether he could get to them. His gaze finished scanning the rest of the room, looking for a way to dislodge Nox of his magic. Though he was pretty sure he was trapped.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He found his voice colder than he expected it would be. He felt like he was otherwise shaking all over.
Gritting his teeth, he made himself not wince as Nox threw another ball of fire. Though he did duck as it passed over his head.
Fists clenched, he had the sudden sick feeling that this was how a hazing felt. Some kind of trial by fire. Well fuck it. He survived the Marines. He was MARSOC. He could deal with some pyro.
He stood, pivoted, and walked out around the edge of the couch. A deadly grin touched the corners of his mouth. "Alright. Let's do this for real."
Imagining how Nox positioned his arms as he threw the fireballs, Jay shrugged, figuring he was going to look like an ass, and mimicked the movement as he ran aside to jump and roll behind another piece of furniture. No idea if anything happened, he figured another fireball would give him the answer.
Either way, he found himself hiding a smile.
Only darkness shows you the light.