11-18-2015, 04:13 PM
Ivan could only spare a bit of attention to what Nox was doing, the things were simply coming too fast. He also started to feel a bit of strain. Nox had been right. This was easily as much of a workout as what he did every day to keep in shape.
But Nox was smart. However he did it- and Ivan could kind of see how the weaves of earth and air and even fire anchored themselves into the tunnel's side walls and then angled out to create a funnel. A Funnel that pointed at them, which was not necessarily great, he thought at first. But the number of creatures coming through was lessened now and he could focus his shots on the opening.
Still the continuous strain was taking its toll and he wasn't able to weave as fast. Best he could figure, this was exactly like an endurance work out. You don't just run 5 miles the first time. You train up to it. Now that he could use the power whenever he wanted, he was going to train himself to last longer, build up his....well, not muscles. Whatever it was that allowed him to do this. Who knows? Maybe you can use more power too, like you can put up more weight the longer you've been training. Nox was stronger than him, after all. Made sense and all that.
However, he's not get the chance to do some power-workouts if he was dead. And now that he had a handle on his power, he was going to start to really use it. The city needed him. So....how to stop these things more effectively?
Even as he wove, he began to experiment with his disks, seeing if he could feed them more fire and overlaying with air in a certain way. That seemed right. It felt like he was winding a spring or something. He wasn't sure. Maybe compressing them. The next creature that was struck seemed to explode from where the now rounded disk made contact. It wasn't a massive explosion but it was effective.
He took the moment to adjust the weave even more and feed more fire into the disk before the overlay, creating more pressure. This time the explosion was larger and took out a pair of creatures that were attempting to climb over the bodies that were clogging the mouth of the funnel.
It had all taken a couple of minutes but he looked at Nox and couldn't help but smile grimly even as he wove a large disk now, as wide as his shoulders. He was tired but he pushed through, compressing the fire disk down until it was as small as his hand and through it was hard as he could through the opening. The explosion and the screams were deafening.
He hoped that their number had been cut down considerable- and that Nox could take out more of them- because he maybe had only enough for one more shot.
But Nox was smart. However he did it- and Ivan could kind of see how the weaves of earth and air and even fire anchored themselves into the tunnel's side walls and then angled out to create a funnel. A Funnel that pointed at them, which was not necessarily great, he thought at first. But the number of creatures coming through was lessened now and he could focus his shots on the opening.
Still the continuous strain was taking its toll and he wasn't able to weave as fast. Best he could figure, this was exactly like an endurance work out. You don't just run 5 miles the first time. You train up to it. Now that he could use the power whenever he wanted, he was going to train himself to last longer, build up his....well, not muscles. Whatever it was that allowed him to do this. Who knows? Maybe you can use more power too, like you can put up more weight the longer you've been training. Nox was stronger than him, after all. Made sense and all that.
However, he's not get the chance to do some power-workouts if he was dead. And now that he had a handle on his power, he was going to start to really use it. The city needed him. So....how to stop these things more effectively?
Even as he wove, he began to experiment with his disks, seeing if he could feed them more fire and overlaying with air in a certain way. That seemed right. It felt like he was winding a spring or something. He wasn't sure. Maybe compressing them. The next creature that was struck seemed to explode from where the now rounded disk made contact. It wasn't a massive explosion but it was effective.
He took the moment to adjust the weave even more and feed more fire into the disk before the overlay, creating more pressure. This time the explosion was larger and took out a pair of creatures that were attempting to climb over the bodies that were clogging the mouth of the funnel.
It had all taken a couple of minutes but he looked at Nox and couldn't help but smile grimly even as he wove a large disk now, as wide as his shoulders. He was tired but he pushed through, compressing the fire disk down until it was as small as his hand and through it was hard as he could through the opening. The explosion and the screams were deafening.
He hoped that their number had been cut down considerable- and that Nox could take out more of them- because he maybe had only enough for one more shot.