03-17-2014, 09:54 AM
Next thing Jensen knew, he was moving. He tried to get a foot under him, but his knees did not want to cooperate. He threw an arm around the guy's shoulder and briefly met his eye. His devout concern was tainted by the wide eye of near panic, but Jensen barely had the energy to console him. "It'll be alright,"
he managed a breathless answer.
It was then he realized the man was pulling him farther away from the scene. It was Jensen's turn to panic. There were two innocent people left to fend off the creature on their own. One of them, both of them actually, had saved him. He'd not abandon them.
"Wait, please wait."
He tugged on the man's sleeve like a child attempting to hold their father back, although the two men were not so different in size. The arm he'd thrown around the man's shoulder dug a deep grip, and although Jensen practically leaned every ounce of his weight on him, the lock of his jaw was set. The gift coursed his veins, and the peppering of ice pellets solidified into a harsher attack.
Jensen's eyes were glued upon it, and slowly the swirl of water took an opaque shape, like an ice sculpture and he were the one carving it into permanent form.
He forgot the man holding him. He barely felt his own skin. His coat had blown open. His hair whipped around his cheeks. He had one goal: to join his Gifts with those of the other man's until together the creature was solid enough to taste the edge of a sword.
It was sickening, but Jensen saw no other choice.
he managed a breathless answer.
It was then he realized the man was pulling him farther away from the scene. It was Jensen's turn to panic. There were two innocent people left to fend off the creature on their own. One of them, both of them actually, had saved him. He'd not abandon them.
"Wait, please wait."
He tugged on the man's sleeve like a child attempting to hold their father back, although the two men were not so different in size. The arm he'd thrown around the man's shoulder dug a deep grip, and although Jensen practically leaned every ounce of his weight on him, the lock of his jaw was set. The gift coursed his veins, and the peppering of ice pellets solidified into a harsher attack.
Jensen's eyes were glued upon it, and slowly the swirl of water took an opaque shape, like an ice sculpture and he were the one carving it into permanent form.
He forgot the man holding him. He barely felt his own skin. His coat had blown open. His hair whipped around his cheeks. He had one goal: to join his Gifts with those of the other man's until together the creature was solid enough to taste the edge of a sword.
It was sickening, but Jensen saw no other choice.