12-11-2014, 11:22 AM
Chaos rained- figuratively and literally- as they threw their weaves around. Bas' heart galloped and he felt nothing but pure joy in the heat of things. Now this was what he was talking about. They were all being careful and making sure not to hurt each other. But he could easily see how what they were doing could be tweaked very easily to become deadly. Add more fire to his steam and he'd be melting the faces off people. Awesome!
It was different than physically fighting in that they weren't moving around as much. But it was just as tiring. And just as amazing. He felt as good as he did when he was with a woman, or on some really good uppers, just flyin by the seat of his pants, winging it. With the power flowing through him, every reaction and feeling and smell and touch and sound and site was amplified a thousand times. It was like nothing he'd ever felt in his life. He laughed out loud. He couldn't help it. He could get addicted to this.
Nox was good though. Suddenly a dome of air appeared and Bas saw it get...tied off? What was that? It was like he didn't have to maintain it and could focus on other things. Now THAT could be useful. He'd have to have Nox show that to him more slowly. Course, now his steam was simply flowing around the dome so he let it go. And then Nox actually sat down!
Was the guy going to take a nap? Nope! A blast of air flew at all three of them and just kept coming, like they were in front of this giant fan that wanted to push them back. He could feel the front of his clothes drying quickly though that just meant they were going to get itchy real soon. He hoped Pyotr hadn't ruined his pants. Probably not. But if he did, well, he'd have something to say about out. He saw Aurora and Pyotr respond the the air and Bas put up his own shield of air to block the the stream.
It reminded him of choking a guy out. You had your arms around his neck, front and back, and were squeezing. They usually got pretty desperate and clawed at your arms, at your face, at anything they could get to. All you could do was hold on and hope that they passed out quickly. Sometimes your arms got pretty gashed up though. Occasionally, a cheek or ear too. But you had to let yourself get hurt so you could be decisive and stop them.
He could try to deflect the stream of air, push back on it with his own. But that seemed to depend on brute strength. There had to be a way to stop the stream, to somehow cut it off. He let his shield go and was blasted once again, and once again he was just trying to stay up. He wove fire at the stream, somehow 'sharp' at one end, and it was blown back. He let it go before he got singed. Nope, that was dumb. He slashed at it with earth and got a face full for the effort. He decided not to try water and went for air. It lessened the blast but didn't stop it, like a hand passing through the air blocking it for a moment. Finally, he tried what Aurora had called spirit, a tiny small amount of it, since he had no clue what it did. He didn't want to get blasted in the face and....he didn't know what would happen. Maybe his face get melted off!
By now the blast was getting weaker- Nox must be tiring- but the slashing with spirit did....something. He felt it....cut a few threads of the air that Nox was weaving. He definitely felt a difference in the blast. Interesting. He wove a larger amount of 'sharpened' spirit and slashed at the weave again. He felt the cut as if it had been a knife cutting through taut fibers.
The stream of air died instantly.
Now that was interesting. He was laughing. "Did you see that?"
he yelled to everyone. He let go of the power. Even with the loss, he felt that after-battle rush that he loved so much. Through the pants for breath, he felt that rush in every part of him and he just felt good.
It was different than physically fighting in that they weren't moving around as much. But it was just as tiring. And just as amazing. He felt as good as he did when he was with a woman, or on some really good uppers, just flyin by the seat of his pants, winging it. With the power flowing through him, every reaction and feeling and smell and touch and sound and site was amplified a thousand times. It was like nothing he'd ever felt in his life. He laughed out loud. He couldn't help it. He could get addicted to this.
Nox was good though. Suddenly a dome of air appeared and Bas saw it get...tied off? What was that? It was like he didn't have to maintain it and could focus on other things. Now THAT could be useful. He'd have to have Nox show that to him more slowly. Course, now his steam was simply flowing around the dome so he let it go. And then Nox actually sat down!
Was the guy going to take a nap? Nope! A blast of air flew at all three of them and just kept coming, like they were in front of this giant fan that wanted to push them back. He could feel the front of his clothes drying quickly though that just meant they were going to get itchy real soon. He hoped Pyotr hadn't ruined his pants. Probably not. But if he did, well, he'd have something to say about out. He saw Aurora and Pyotr respond the the air and Bas put up his own shield of air to block the the stream.
It reminded him of choking a guy out. You had your arms around his neck, front and back, and were squeezing. They usually got pretty desperate and clawed at your arms, at your face, at anything they could get to. All you could do was hold on and hope that they passed out quickly. Sometimes your arms got pretty gashed up though. Occasionally, a cheek or ear too. But you had to let yourself get hurt so you could be decisive and stop them.
He could try to deflect the stream of air, push back on it with his own. But that seemed to depend on brute strength. There had to be a way to stop the stream, to somehow cut it off. He let his shield go and was blasted once again, and once again he was just trying to stay up. He wove fire at the stream, somehow 'sharp' at one end, and it was blown back. He let it go before he got singed. Nope, that was dumb. He slashed at it with earth and got a face full for the effort. He decided not to try water and went for air. It lessened the blast but didn't stop it, like a hand passing through the air blocking it for a moment. Finally, he tried what Aurora had called spirit, a tiny small amount of it, since he had no clue what it did. He didn't want to get blasted in the face and....he didn't know what would happen. Maybe his face get melted off!
By now the blast was getting weaker- Nox must be tiring- but the slashing with spirit did....something. He felt it....cut a few threads of the air that Nox was weaving. He definitely felt a difference in the blast. Interesting. He wove a larger amount of 'sharpened' spirit and slashed at the weave again. He felt the cut as if it had been a knife cutting through taut fibers.
The stream of air died instantly.
Now that was interesting. He was laughing. "Did you see that?"
he yelled to everyone. He let go of the power. Even with the loss, he felt that after-battle rush that he loved so much. Through the pants for breath, he felt that rush in every part of him and he just felt good.