11-12-2015, 03:31 PM
Ivan appreciated Nox's comment. The guy clearly knew these things. If he said that his method was dangerous, he'd be a fool not to listen. He looked at the fake arms that stretched out from his own a good five feet. He thought about extending them, even tried it another five feet. It looked pretty dumb but if it did the job then it didn't matter. Then again, it gave him a huge inner radius for something to slip into. If that happened he'd be reduced to using his actual hands and, as Nox said, touching these things physically was not something they wanted to be doing.
He let the weaves go. He remembered how he'd used fire with Xena the last time. There was also using air to slice. Now that he could ties stuff off he could do more things. He wove air and fire together to make a small ball that pulsed. Then he flattened it until it was a disk the size of his hand, edges finer than that of a razor blade. He "threw" it, somehow, not with his hands, imparting energy to it. At the same time he tied it off so that it held its from and hit the wall in an explosion of sparks. When it dissipated, he could see that it had definitely gouged a section of wall out.
Satisfied, he wove the whole thing all over again, faster this time, throwing it harder. The damage was bigger. He looked up at the massive cavern of concrete and pipes over them whose mass he could feel pressing down on them and decided hitting the wall- whether it was a support or not- was kinda dumb.
Instead, he wove again, 5 disks this time thrown in rapid succession down the length of the tunnel the thing had come from. The lights from them flashed along the side of the tunnel before hitting something far in the distance.
Satisfied, he looked at Nox. "Like that?"
He didn't feel tired at all. He wondered if he would if he doing that. "Can we do this indefinitely or is there a limit?"
He didn't wanna run out of juice when they were in the middle of a fight.
He let the weaves go. He remembered how he'd used fire with Xena the last time. There was also using air to slice. Now that he could ties stuff off he could do more things. He wove air and fire together to make a small ball that pulsed. Then he flattened it until it was a disk the size of his hand, edges finer than that of a razor blade. He "threw" it, somehow, not with his hands, imparting energy to it. At the same time he tied it off so that it held its from and hit the wall in an explosion of sparks. When it dissipated, he could see that it had definitely gouged a section of wall out.
Satisfied, he wove the whole thing all over again, faster this time, throwing it harder. The damage was bigger. He looked up at the massive cavern of concrete and pipes over them whose mass he could feel pressing down on them and decided hitting the wall- whether it was a support or not- was kinda dumb.
Instead, he wove again, 5 disks this time thrown in rapid succession down the length of the tunnel the thing had come from. The lights from them flashed along the side of the tunnel before hitting something far in the distance.
Satisfied, he looked at Nox. "Like that?"
He didn't feel tired at all. He wondered if he would if he doing that. "Can we do this indefinitely or is there a limit?"
He didn't wanna run out of juice when they were in the middle of a fight.