The fucking idiots! Nox thought to himself. The so called Rods of Dominions were throwing weaves at the creature and it just poofed out of existence and they kept throwing things at it like it would solidify for them. It didn't need to now that he drew upon the power of Ascendancy and it dwarfed Nox's own. But that didn't stop Nox from drawing to the brink.
Ryker tried to warn the remaining 6 of nine but they didn't listen. The man he'd met in the dungeon of whatever facility he'd been in started to make the Ijiraq solid. He'd been there with the Ascendancy, Aria had told him the secret. And he was teaching the nine, though they still threw wildly and only a few were following the instructions immediately.
Nox pulled a flow and sent a quick concussive force in the direction of the nine. The directional thunderclap would disorient them long enough to make them listen to their betters, of which he did not count himself he lead nothing, he was a follower - Nox knew that much about himself at the very least.
A second flow quickly followed. He used his own trick in reverse, instead of warming the air he chilled it. Chilled it to the memory of the tundra and below around Ascendancy. Frost and ice formed on the creature and the floor around them. The creature slowed more. As Nox advanced he removed the stupid jacket that would impede his movements and shoved it into the hands of a person standing nearby in utter shock. And shoved his sleeves up his arms, half the red and black dragon eating its own tail was stark against the fresh white of the tuxedo attire.
The nine, or what remained of the nine added their weaves to the dark man's and the thing stood still as the ice they were making. The room was hot except for the area around Ascendancy. Gold melting and making it even hotter.
A pretty slip of the girl tried to help the Ascendancy but her efforts were not worth while. Nox growled loudly, "Move." And when she didn't move fast enough Nox split his flow twice, it strained and burned and it was the hardest struggle he'd faced yet with so much power building. The ice around the Ascendancy started to warm from lack of concentration but Nox used a simple weave of air to lever the girl away from the Ascendancy as he formed a iron hard, rock bat with the other flow and took a step like he was going to smash a baseball into the stands.
There was a moment of doubt, Nox could kill Ascendancy in that moment. The Atharim would thank him joyously for killing Apollyon. The second thought followed, right before shooting him in the head for being a god. It was this thought that propelled his actions. The momentum of the bat carried through the Ijiraq and it took every muscle in Nox's body to stop the swing before smashing into the Ascendancy. There was only one thought running through his mind. Fucking Stop in time.
The bat stopped a hair breath from Ascendancy and the Ijiraq crumbled at Nox's feet as he strained from the moment frozen in action.
Ryker tried to warn the remaining 6 of nine but they didn't listen. The man he'd met in the dungeon of whatever facility he'd been in started to make the Ijiraq solid. He'd been there with the Ascendancy, Aria had told him the secret. And he was teaching the nine, though they still threw wildly and only a few were following the instructions immediately.
Nox pulled a flow and sent a quick concussive force in the direction of the nine. The directional thunderclap would disorient them long enough to make them listen to their betters, of which he did not count himself he lead nothing, he was a follower - Nox knew that much about himself at the very least.
A second flow quickly followed. He used his own trick in reverse, instead of warming the air he chilled it. Chilled it to the memory of the tundra and below around Ascendancy. Frost and ice formed on the creature and the floor around them. The creature slowed more. As Nox advanced he removed the stupid jacket that would impede his movements and shoved it into the hands of a person standing nearby in utter shock. And shoved his sleeves up his arms, half the red and black dragon eating its own tail was stark against the fresh white of the tuxedo attire.
The nine, or what remained of the nine added their weaves to the dark man's and the thing stood still as the ice they were making. The room was hot except for the area around Ascendancy. Gold melting and making it even hotter.
A pretty slip of the girl tried to help the Ascendancy but her efforts were not worth while. Nox growled loudly, "Move." And when she didn't move fast enough Nox split his flow twice, it strained and burned and it was the hardest struggle he'd faced yet with so much power building. The ice around the Ascendancy started to warm from lack of concentration but Nox used a simple weave of air to lever the girl away from the Ascendancy as he formed a iron hard, rock bat with the other flow and took a step like he was going to smash a baseball into the stands.
There was a moment of doubt, Nox could kill Ascendancy in that moment. The Atharim would thank him joyously for killing Apollyon. The second thought followed, right before shooting him in the head for being a god. It was this thought that propelled his actions. The momentum of the bat carried through the Ijiraq and it took every muscle in Nox's body to stop the swing before smashing into the Ascendancy. There was only one thought running through his mind. Fucking Stop in time.
The bat stopped a hair breath from Ascendancy and the Ijiraq crumbled at Nox's feet as he strained from the moment frozen in action.
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