09-30-2014, 08:55 AM
Nox didn't really answer what the thing was. He seemed to be in the grip of something. The chick put her hand on his arm and that seemed to calm him. Bas was uncomfortable and prayed, feeling the power flow into him. It was as if a light had gone on in the tunnel because everything was clearer. That thing on the ground....it was like it was human but not, not with those claws and...looking closer, those teeth.
"If they bite or scratch you they will infect you!"
the chick called out.
Suddenly his enhanced hearing hear skittering in the tunnel from either end. Oh shit! Sounded like a lot of...things. It would be more of them. The smells coming to him said so, there was something off about them. At Nox's comment, he laughed. Well, they had talked about sparing. Course, this wasn't what he'd meant, Bas was sure. Still, there was no quick teacher than someone trying to kill you. The lessons were about the same, really. It was the test at the end that was different. One left you on the ground looking up and figuring out what you did wrong. The other left you dead.
And of course there was no question. Bas would pass this test. He looked over at Nox and his whip. He looked at the weaves and thought he saw how it was done. Air woven just so with a bit of edged fire. Course just because you had a whip didn't mean you knew jack-shit about how to use it. He swung it about and nearly hit himself with the tip. He coulda hit the others too. Nah, too dangerous. He let the weave go and decided to do what he knew. And he knew how to blow things up.
Just as the first wave of creatures- he really couldn't tell how many there were- came into view, he wove a special weave of earth that he'd found very potent, air to compress it, and then fire. The explosion was loud, amplified by the walls of the tunnel which also shook. IDIOT! No sense in bringing the roof down on them. Nox was facing the other direction, as was the girl. Pyotr was with her, but damned if Bas knew what would embarress him. Idly he thought of cutting the guys pants off so he stood out there dangling in front of everyone...but given the tension, he doubted anyone would notice. More to the point, Pyotr running around with pants around his ankles would probably mean he died. He liked the kid enough to not want that to happen. At least, not by his doing.
He would have laughed at the image, but he was too busy sending explosive weaves. That first one had been a bit to strong so he compressed the air less, though he did add more fire. The result was an exploding fireball. Those things went down, but there were more coming. And getting closer, he moved closer to Nox and the others, sending more explosions, alternating with weaves of air to push the things back and give them time. He looked back briefly and saw that the chick and Nox had their hands full too.
He felt panic. Damn, but this was going to be close! But at the same time, the energy surging through him, the explosions, the sounds, it was like the dance of life. And he loved dancing.
"If they bite or scratch you they will infect you!"
the chick called out.
Suddenly his enhanced hearing hear skittering in the tunnel from either end. Oh shit! Sounded like a lot of...things. It would be more of them. The smells coming to him said so, there was something off about them. At Nox's comment, he laughed. Well, they had talked about sparing. Course, this wasn't what he'd meant, Bas was sure. Still, there was no quick teacher than someone trying to kill you. The lessons were about the same, really. It was the test at the end that was different. One left you on the ground looking up and figuring out what you did wrong. The other left you dead.
And of course there was no question. Bas would pass this test. He looked over at Nox and his whip. He looked at the weaves and thought he saw how it was done. Air woven just so with a bit of edged fire. Course just because you had a whip didn't mean you knew jack-shit about how to use it. He swung it about and nearly hit himself with the tip. He coulda hit the others too. Nah, too dangerous. He let the weave go and decided to do what he knew. And he knew how to blow things up.
Just as the first wave of creatures- he really couldn't tell how many there were- came into view, he wove a special weave of earth that he'd found very potent, air to compress it, and then fire. The explosion was loud, amplified by the walls of the tunnel which also shook. IDIOT! No sense in bringing the roof down on them. Nox was facing the other direction, as was the girl. Pyotr was with her, but damned if Bas knew what would embarress him. Idly he thought of cutting the guys pants off so he stood out there dangling in front of everyone...but given the tension, he doubted anyone would notice. More to the point, Pyotr running around with pants around his ankles would probably mean he died. He liked the kid enough to not want that to happen. At least, not by his doing.
He would have laughed at the image, but he was too busy sending explosive weaves. That first one had been a bit to strong so he compressed the air less, though he did add more fire. The result was an exploding fireball. Those things went down, but there were more coming. And getting closer, he moved closer to Nox and the others, sending more explosions, alternating with weaves of air to push the things back and give them time. He looked back briefly and saw that the chick and Nox had their hands full too.
He felt panic. Damn, but this was going to be close! But at the same time, the energy surging through him, the explosions, the sounds, it was like the dance of life. And he loved dancing.