The Good Fight

[Nox]

Nox laughed when Bas nearly hit himself in the face with the whip. He knew from experience that hurt like hell. The musical laughter radiated through his mind, his mystery girl had laughed whimsically at him. Damn he had to find her!

But there was little time to do much of anything else. Bas shook the whole thing with an explosive weave, was pretty ingenious if the walls hadn't shook and dirt and rocks hadn't fallen from the ceiling. Nox wasn't sure he liked where they were at. He and the little duckling took one side. The reach of the whip was far greater than her sword, but she took anything that had come too close. He marveled at her work. He marveled at his own. WHERE the hell did I learn how to do this? But it was natural, instinct, it was like coming home, really. It was perfect. The adrenaline, the fast thinking, the near death experience. Everything was perfect.

Nox heard the girl with a sword exclaim "For crying out loud!"
and then Pyotr shot a fireball. Sweet. He wondered what she'd meant but again no time really.

There was too many of them. They couldn't do this forever, Nox knew that he couldn't do this much longer, his body was already aching, and Bas, he knew he couldn't be in much better shape the way he was flinging airballs and explosions around. The power drained you more than physical work.

Ninja girl, that's what Weasel boy called her. He grinned. She had the right idea, but man was she bossy. Nox dropped the whip of fire weave and started weaving fire and earth together. He created a wall almost as smooth as glass in front of the opening of the tunnel he'd first seen the creature at. He made it thick, and strong and he wondered where he'd learned the weave. Once the wall was completed it stood in pristine glory. He was proud of his work.

He felt a small person fall against him, crashed into him more like it. He stumbled forward and turned around to see she'd slain a beast. Her sword stuck through his head like it was on a pike. She'd saved him while he had been gloating over his work

Nox held out a hand and helped her up as he wove yet another weave of earth and made the ground fly up next to the wall he'd made. If that rock gave way, there would be at least more of a barrier to get through. Their back was safe now. They only had to deal with what was in front of him.