03-13-2014, 09:48 AM
Aria sighed, stubborn men. Why did they all think a little girl like herself was defenseless, and here she was the only one with weapons. The man who once stood in the pool of light went from unsure to nothing in moments. He did not look like a fighter, he did not feel like a fighter or another who would learn to empty themselves of emotions. The world was coming to an end and every single man she met in Moscow to this day, short of Mr. White could wield the power of the gods! No wonder the Atharim started a second base of command here!
The Ijiraq moved in closer, it was circling them. There as very little that she could do, she couldn't see it in the shadows. She could feel it but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The shadow man wanted weapons. There was little weapons could do with it now.
Aria sighed, "Weapons mean nothing to this creature."
It was fast, in moments a blur of speed pounced Aria's power wielding friend (Jensen). Aria deftly intercepted it with her blade mid jump. In one nearly ear popping sound it had vanished and materialized on the other side of them, closer to the alley way.
Aria looked to the potential prey of the Ijiraq. She realized in both instances it had gone after the power. The thing that controlled the Ijiraq was also what it fed upon. Aria pushed the thought from her mind. She had no way of killing it but one here did.
"If I'm mistaken you can call me crazy later,"
She moved to stand next to her the source of the Ijiraq's attention and kept her sword in front of her, and his power behind her. The irony struck her as she spoke. "Fire of the hottest degree will burn the Ijiraq to a crisp if you can make it hot enough. But ice would be far better a solution, then I can shatter it. All things end with no head."
The trick was to make it solid! Aria pulled the other sword from her jacket and tossed it towards the shadow man. "I don't want to risk a bullet going amiss."
She doubted he knew how to use one, but it was better than the alternative, getting dead from a fool.
The Ijiraq moved in closer, it was circling them. There as very little that she could do, she couldn't see it in the shadows. She could feel it but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The shadow man wanted weapons. There was little weapons could do with it now.
Aria sighed, "Weapons mean nothing to this creature."
It was fast, in moments a blur of speed pounced Aria's power wielding friend (Jensen). Aria deftly intercepted it with her blade mid jump. In one nearly ear popping sound it had vanished and materialized on the other side of them, closer to the alley way.
Aria looked to the potential prey of the Ijiraq. She realized in both instances it had gone after the power. The thing that controlled the Ijiraq was also what it fed upon. Aria pushed the thought from her mind. She had no way of killing it but one here did.
"If I'm mistaken you can call me crazy later,"
She moved to stand next to her the source of the Ijiraq's attention and kept her sword in front of her, and his power behind her. The irony struck her as she spoke. "Fire of the hottest degree will burn the Ijiraq to a crisp if you can make it hot enough. But ice would be far better a solution, then I can shatter it. All things end with no head."
The trick was to make it solid! Aria pulled the other sword from her jacket and tossed it towards the shadow man. "I don't want to risk a bullet going amiss."
She doubted he knew how to use one, but it was better than the alternative, getting dead from a fool.