12-13-2015, 08:20 PM
Ivan was only peripherally aware of Nox. He was definitely getting tired. Then again, this was his first proper outing, so he wasn't gonna beat himself up about it. Nox seemed to have a handle on things and Ivan felt confident that it would end soon.
And then after a few more minutes he began to wonder. Those things just kept on coming and while they were slowed down trying to slog their way through the small opening and wall of bodies that blocked them, they never actually stopped.
Would they stop? Had they hit a main artery of creatures? The image of these things flooding through the tunnels and out into the streets- into homes and offices and stores and parks, claws and jaws and teeth slathering and slashing and biting- flashed through his mind and he felt a renewed sense of determination. Whatever fatigue he had been feeling was momentarily brushed away and he fought on. It was will as much as anything else, those final moments in a fight where you and the other guy had slogged at each other and were both exhausted but you still found somewhere deep to dig into and force yourself to move. He could not let these things out into his city.
He was already in the middle of the biggest fire disc yet, imagining that the explosion would hopefully take out the rest of them. In the back of his mind he noticed the walls and ceiling and wondered if his explosion would bring the entire structure down on them.
Grimly, he smiled. They would not get out of here. He continued to compress the weave when Nox's voice pierced his concentration. It took a moment to understand and then he saw what he was doing. His smile became a grin and he let his weave dissipate as he pulled as much of the power into him as possible- and it was less than before, that's how tired he was- and bolstered Nox's wall of air with his own, pushing with all his strength.
The wall of air scoured the sides and ceiling of the tunnel, compacting the creatures back, leaving bloody scrapes along the surfaces. He pushed with Nox as hard as he could, pushed the creatures back until soon it was just a mass of bloody lumps of hairy meat and bones behind the wall. And still they pushed.
How would they know if they got all of them?
And then after a few more minutes he began to wonder. Those things just kept on coming and while they were slowed down trying to slog their way through the small opening and wall of bodies that blocked them, they never actually stopped.
Would they stop? Had they hit a main artery of creatures? The image of these things flooding through the tunnels and out into the streets- into homes and offices and stores and parks, claws and jaws and teeth slathering and slashing and biting- flashed through his mind and he felt a renewed sense of determination. Whatever fatigue he had been feeling was momentarily brushed away and he fought on. It was will as much as anything else, those final moments in a fight where you and the other guy had slogged at each other and were both exhausted but you still found somewhere deep to dig into and force yourself to move. He could not let these things out into his city.
He was already in the middle of the biggest fire disc yet, imagining that the explosion would hopefully take out the rest of them. In the back of his mind he noticed the walls and ceiling and wondered if his explosion would bring the entire structure down on them.
Grimly, he smiled. They would not get out of here. He continued to compress the weave when Nox's voice pierced his concentration. It took a moment to understand and then he saw what he was doing. His smile became a grin and he let his weave dissipate as he pulled as much of the power into him as possible- and it was less than before, that's how tired he was- and bolstered Nox's wall of air with his own, pushing with all his strength.
The wall of air scoured the sides and ceiling of the tunnel, compacting the creatures back, leaving bloody scrapes along the surfaces. He pushed with Nox as hard as he could, pushed the creatures back until soon it was just a mass of bloody lumps of hairy meat and bones behind the wall. And still they pushed.
How would they know if they got all of them?