07-30-2014, 08:51 AM
Tony's head turned at the concern in Hans' voice and what he found washed the exhaustion away. Elias stood in the middle of the frozen river, alight with the tenacious beat of power. His gaze was intent and no calls reached his ears.
While the Hans, Dan and Yuri attempted to persuade Elias to come to his senses, Tony seized the power that he had lost in the shock of the attack and remained seated. The snow below him melted into a damp patch of grass. Veso seemed torn between checking up on Tony and making sure the others did not get themselves killed.
"Don't,"
Tony warned the bald man. When he drummed his fingers against his legs it meant he planned to do something he knew was dangerous. "The ice can be unpredictable, and I don't want to save two drowned rats."
The last was said with a tired grin.
Luckily, Veso was level-headed and nodded. "But what on earth does he think he's doing?"
He would very much like to have known himself, but Elias was oblivious to the warnings. "We'll soon find out. Keep an eye on the river."
Veso didn't argue and immediately turned his vigilant gaze to the frozen water. It probably wouldn't do much good - it was barely visible - but a second could be the difference between life and death.
And then all thoughts of the river were banished from his mind as Elias began to weave. Tony sat with narrowed eyes as snow began to spin around Elias' body, his black hair fanning out like a cape behind him.
I can't even follow...
The weave was deft and precise. Just how much did Elias know? His earlier behaviour suggested knew almost nothing about his abilities, but now he acted like a man possessed.
It was a perplexing mystery, but this was not the first time he had experienced something like this. Michael had acted in the same way at times, sudden bursts of power that seemed impossible given his experience. It reminded him of the grim fact that there were still many mysteries surrounding their powers.
Caught up in watching the weaves, Tony was late in realising the purpose. The other three looked stunned, and Elias whispered something he could not make out.
It did not take long to see what had happened, and Tony was similarly flawed. The murky ice had smoothed over and the water could be seen underneath polished clarity.
He stared for a moment before gathering himself. He flexed his healed hand, the pain, though gone, fresh in his mind as he looked towards Elias.
"Hans, Dan, Yuri, Veso! Eyes on the water!"
he called while he kept his eyes fixed on Elias.
Don't do anything stupid, child.
While the Hans, Dan and Yuri attempted to persuade Elias to come to his senses, Tony seized the power that he had lost in the shock of the attack and remained seated. The snow below him melted into a damp patch of grass. Veso seemed torn between checking up on Tony and making sure the others did not get themselves killed.
"Don't,"
Tony warned the bald man. When he drummed his fingers against his legs it meant he planned to do something he knew was dangerous. "The ice can be unpredictable, and I don't want to save two drowned rats."
The last was said with a tired grin.
Luckily, Veso was level-headed and nodded. "But what on earth does he think he's doing?"
He would very much like to have known himself, but Elias was oblivious to the warnings. "We'll soon find out. Keep an eye on the river."
Veso didn't argue and immediately turned his vigilant gaze to the frozen water. It probably wouldn't do much good - it was barely visible - but a second could be the difference between life and death.
And then all thoughts of the river were banished from his mind as Elias began to weave. Tony sat with narrowed eyes as snow began to spin around Elias' body, his black hair fanning out like a cape behind him.
I can't even follow...
The weave was deft and precise. Just how much did Elias know? His earlier behaviour suggested knew almost nothing about his abilities, but now he acted like a man possessed.
It was a perplexing mystery, but this was not the first time he had experienced something like this. Michael had acted in the same way at times, sudden bursts of power that seemed impossible given his experience. It reminded him of the grim fact that there were still many mysteries surrounding their powers.
Caught up in watching the weaves, Tony was late in realising the purpose. The other three looked stunned, and Elias whispered something he could not make out.
It did not take long to see what had happened, and Tony was similarly flawed. The murky ice had smoothed over and the water could be seen underneath polished clarity.
He stared for a moment before gathering himself. He flexed his healed hand, the pain, though gone, fresh in his mind as he looked towards Elias.
"Hans, Dan, Yuri, Veso! Eyes on the water!"
he called while he kept his eyes fixed on Elias.
Don't do anything stupid, child.