11-20-2014, 09:53 PM
No answer.
Dane looked to his left and right. Faces were hidden behind gun barrels. Many brows were drawn low, the eyes intent. They were aiming at him. He blinked in response, innocent as a child misunderstanding the reason for such overreaction. And to what? Shigeru Kawai was one of the three greatest pianos in the world. He'd played better and the condition of Damien's was poorer than he would have preferred. But it had been so long since his fingers touched ivory.
Instead, the air splintered. The hairs on the back of his arm lifted, and Dane gasped when the weight of a thunderclap buckled his legs. Marble rushed up to meet him. His skull cracked the suddenly risen floor. He tried to roll away, but the sheer might of the heavens pinned him down.
Fear crippled him within in a way he hadn't known in years. And as he had once been jumped and pinned down, his mind clawed its way to anything that could help. Like then, his mind crafted some defense his hands were too delicate to wield.
His power. Fire seared the edges of his gaze while the heat of a thousand suns rushed his bones. Guns were dropped while faces shielded themselves from incineration. Screams and gunfire punched the air, but Dane wanted to burn down the house and amid the symphony, yearned to hear the crunch of Oakland's skeleton beneath his shoes.
Dane was furious, but with what love of the carnage did he roar his defiance. He found his enemy's face. "Is you who should fear me, Oakland!"
And from the ground, Dane laughed while his flames lifted higher. Their very own ring of fire.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Nov 21 2014, 09:22 PM.
Dane looked to his left and right. Faces were hidden behind gun barrels. Many brows were drawn low, the eyes intent. They were aiming at him. He blinked in response, innocent as a child misunderstanding the reason for such overreaction. And to what? Shigeru Kawai was one of the three greatest pianos in the world. He'd played better and the condition of Damien's was poorer than he would have preferred. But it had been so long since his fingers touched ivory.
Instead, the air splintered. The hairs on the back of his arm lifted, and Dane gasped when the weight of a thunderclap buckled his legs. Marble rushed up to meet him. His skull cracked the suddenly risen floor. He tried to roll away, but the sheer might of the heavens pinned him down.
Fear crippled him within in a way he hadn't known in years. And as he had once been jumped and pinned down, his mind clawed its way to anything that could help. Like then, his mind crafted some defense his hands were too delicate to wield.
His power. Fire seared the edges of his gaze while the heat of a thousand suns rushed his bones. Guns were dropped while faces shielded themselves from incineration. Screams and gunfire punched the air, but Dane wanted to burn down the house and amid the symphony, yearned to hear the crunch of Oakland's skeleton beneath his shoes.
Dane was furious, but with what love of the carnage did he roar his defiance. He found his enemy's face. "Is you who should fear me, Oakland!"
And from the ground, Dane laughed while his flames lifted higher. Their very own ring of fire.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Nov 21 2014, 09:22 PM.