10-23-2013, 03:58 PM
Alric pulled himself in tighter together and turning towards the Ascendancy presenting a smaller target. He could see the threads flow from the Ascendancy in rapid succession, the man’s face told Alric that he would kill him if he didn't combat his magic. Still he struggled to maintain his grip on the Power while he searched for something. Anything with the vast pool of torrent power that would aid him. Trust your instinct. In dangerous situation it was certainly not Alric’s character to just trust his gut. A thoughtful plan was best. But now he didn’t have the time to think nor did he have a team to help him balance out.
His need to fight off the danger finally broke through reason, in what seemed like minutes of internal debates, and took over. He reached through the fiery ice that flowed through him and pulled out the most unassuming thread. He wove several strands together, lashing out in a broad stroke, severing the airy threads being flung at him. Sweat began to bead on his face as he realized that while he’d stumbled on the solution to his dilemma his use of the tool was in error. Though he could interrupt the flow of threads being flung at him momentarily, Nikolai Brandon showed no signs of stopping as threads of razor sharp air zipped past his strokes.
Finally, Alric having bought a few moments through his use of the woven spell he dropped the spell, allowing it to unravel as he moved his focus beyond the Ascendancy. This not only allowed his eyesight to focus but broaden his vision to to match the light threads of air propelling from his Excellency with the heavier threads that he could pull from the power. Battling such tendrils of air Alric began, unconsciously, using his hands directing his own threads of solidity barely deflecting the lashes that the Ascendancy whipped out at him lessening the burden of keeping the power under his control.
At least for now.
His need to fight off the danger finally broke through reason, in what seemed like minutes of internal debates, and took over. He reached through the fiery ice that flowed through him and pulled out the most unassuming thread. He wove several strands together, lashing out in a broad stroke, severing the airy threads being flung at him. Sweat began to bead on his face as he realized that while he’d stumbled on the solution to his dilemma his use of the tool was in error. Though he could interrupt the flow of threads being flung at him momentarily, Nikolai Brandon showed no signs of stopping as threads of razor sharp air zipped past his strokes.
Finally, Alric having bought a few moments through his use of the woven spell he dropped the spell, allowing it to unravel as he moved his focus beyond the Ascendancy. This not only allowed his eyesight to focus but broaden his vision to to match the light threads of air propelling from his Excellency with the heavier threads that he could pull from the power. Battling such tendrils of air Alric began, unconsciously, using his hands directing his own threads of solidity barely deflecting the lashes that the Ascendancy whipped out at him lessening the burden of keeping the power under his control.
At least for now.