02-16-2015, 11:02 AM
Bas eyes flared and the anger he felt before doubled. He'd been right! He been absolutely right!!! He growled. Vindication flooded him, as well as relief. His paranoia had been right. The look of fear at discovery on the big dumb jock's face said it all.
And then, he felt it...the surge of the power in the man, the feel of standing toe to toe with someone else, breath on your face, waiting to see who would make the first move. His smile turned nasty. Oh yeah? So that's how it is, huh? His smile became a feral grin. They're gonna thrown someone with the power at him? Well, he always made the first move.
Bas raised his hand and wove a quick weave of air and fire. It was similiar to what Nox had done, except it wasn't fancy and shaped correctly but Bas was pretty sure it wouldn't back-fire like the one he'd tried before- and it had his own twist. Bas shut his eyes so it wouldn't harm him. In a quick motion he threw the concussive force with all his strength. He could see the after glow through his eyelids. The sound had ricocheted in the correct direction and his ears did not ring. Pride burned with the anger.
The man and the girl behind him and the people next to them visibly fell back as the wave hit them and he couldn't help the surge of pride and power that he felt. They hunted him? Who wielded the power of God? He could almost feel the tattoo on his arm burning. He was already weaving another blast when a dome of air dropped over him, like the one Nox had woven back at the warehouse. Dumbass! Dropping his weave, he wove spirit into a massive blade and slashed and hacked at the dome until it disintigrated before his eyes.
The look on the prick's face was enough to make him laugh out loud. And then he remembered what else Nox had woven in practice and his smile became ugly.
And then, he felt it...the surge of the power in the man, the feel of standing toe to toe with someone else, breath on your face, waiting to see who would make the first move. His smile turned nasty. Oh yeah? So that's how it is, huh? His smile became a feral grin. They're gonna thrown someone with the power at him? Well, he always made the first move.
Bas raised his hand and wove a quick weave of air and fire. It was similiar to what Nox had done, except it wasn't fancy and shaped correctly but Bas was pretty sure it wouldn't back-fire like the one he'd tried before- and it had his own twist. Bas shut his eyes so it wouldn't harm him. In a quick motion he threw the concussive force with all his strength. He could see the after glow through his eyelids. The sound had ricocheted in the correct direction and his ears did not ring. Pride burned with the anger.
The man and the girl behind him and the people next to them visibly fell back as the wave hit them and he couldn't help the surge of pride and power that he felt. They hunted him? Who wielded the power of God? He could almost feel the tattoo on his arm burning. He was already weaving another blast when a dome of air dropped over him, like the one Nox had woven back at the warehouse. Dumbass! Dropping his weave, he wove spirit into a massive blade and slashed and hacked at the dome until it disintigrated before his eyes.
The look on the prick's face was enough to make him laugh out loud. And then he remembered what else Nox had woven in practice and his smile became ugly.