11-05-2015, 01:49 PM
Ivan was up to full speed with his head down and shoulder angled like a battering ram. Suddenly a wall of air sprang into being and Ivan was unable to slow down before slamming into it. He bounced back stunned, the air driven from the force of the blow. If anything it made him angrier and he shook his head like a bull.
He felt the heat of the power closer and reached out to it through gritted teeth, straining against the distance and felt it barely, as if fingers just brushing something. Just then a thunderclap exploded and his ears rang out from the deafening blast.
And Nox stood behind that wall smirking. Oh yeah, Ivan wanted to beat that grin away, to lift the punk and physically hurl him into the wall. He reached for the power again, strained for it and this time he held a single thread.
He felt himself smile as he held onto that thread with his one "finger", curling it until he could get a good grasp on that thread.
And then he tightened that grip and strained and pulled, feeling as if every muscle was tight, as if he were curling 200 pounds, felt the effort and resistance but he did not stop and then finally, finally there was movement as he ripped at that stupid fucking power with all his strength, dragged it kicking and scream to him, full hands around its throat forcing into submission-
And the power flooded him and his eyes widened. He heard himself growl in the back of his throat and his face felt like death. Wielding a club of air he slammed it against the wall, again and again. Nox wasn't going to get away from him.
He felt the heat of the power closer and reached out to it through gritted teeth, straining against the distance and felt it barely, as if fingers just brushing something. Just then a thunderclap exploded and his ears rang out from the deafening blast.
And Nox stood behind that wall smirking. Oh yeah, Ivan wanted to beat that grin away, to lift the punk and physically hurl him into the wall. He reached for the power again, strained for it and this time he held a single thread.
He felt himself smile as he held onto that thread with his one "finger", curling it until he could get a good grasp on that thread.
And then he tightened that grip and strained and pulled, feeling as if every muscle was tight, as if he were curling 200 pounds, felt the effort and resistance but he did not stop and then finally, finally there was movement as he ripped at that stupid fucking power with all his strength, dragged it kicking and scream to him, full hands around its throat forcing into submission-
And the power flooded him and his eyes widened. He heard himself growl in the back of his throat and his face felt like death. Wielding a club of air he slammed it against the wall, again and again. Nox wasn't going to get away from him.