05-14-2018, 08:21 PM
Shantotto gathered her thoughts as she sat in the dust of the street, standing quickly and brushing the dust from her black robes she gave Serraph a look that seemed like she was going to unleash a barrage of spells upon him. Instead she waited for what seemed an hour as she calmed herself to the point of being able to once again speak.
“Curious….” she mused aloud looking at the arrancar who had fallen asleep. She had been oblivious to his fatigue, never minding the dried link upon the man.
“It would seem that in times of extreme duress… your glasses shift form into a crimson headdress.” she said turning her attention fully to the unconscious swordsman.
The sounds of the mob gathered around as they closed in on the source of the water and angry red death beam. Shouts and the orange glow of makeshift torches filled the gaps between buildings as they approached.
Elsewhere a loud explosion rocked the ground, a large chunk of wall crumbled under the blast, the dust given off by the explosion billowed into the air darkening the morning sky, the roar of engines powered by primitive engines. Whatever was going on in the distance was chaotic to be sure, however the pair needed to finished the take at hand. “Though in his current state we are not much of a pair, as such my margin of error is slimmer than a hair.” She said with a grim determination.
Her stardust rod danced around in her hand, its crystalline focus forming a small circle in the air. A few seconds later three bolts of deadly lightning crashed to the ground, blasting a crater into the street, glassing the sand. An angry glare filled the tiny mage who had grown tired of the game of cat and mouse with this mess of a bloodthirsty mob. Serraph stirred in his fatigue induced slumber but his eyes did not open. Stone fragments were strewn across the street from the impact of multiple lightning bolts. Small beads of sweat dripped down the tarutaru’s brow.
Using her magic to amplify her voice, the words carried out over the area. “You barbarians must cease this hunt, lest you experience my formidable front. For if you do not stop pursuit of our lives you will force my hand to unleash hell, and doing so means I bombard you with spell after spell.” The brown nosed mage spoke with authority her goal to protect the slumbering swordsman. The mob began to murmur amongst themselves, some emboldened by the small mages threat.
One man in particular seemed to rally those in the crowd. Normally Shantotto was not one to judge a person on looks, but the man seemed to have a very off-putting nefarious aura, the kind that could cause a bloodbath for the sole purpose of watching chaos unfold.
The man urged the people along with him spurring them on, inciting the flames of anger, those who still wished for a fight pushed forward through those that did not, the man stayed in the back, even though she was beginning to feel the fatigue of battle Shantotto pushed herself bringing her rod forward aimed right at the man’s face. “Flood” she said calmly, as another torrent of water materialized and blasted towards the man.Those in the mob who had began to disperse moved quickly leaving the man to his fate as the blast of water smashed into his chest with a resounding crash. Knocked from his feet he fell into the new formed mud.
“Rather than let this fool lead you all down this fruitless course, I feel it is my duty to eliminate him as a source.” She said just loud enough for him to hear her.
“Wait, wait you cant kill me!” The man said as he struggled to his feet. “We have bombs! In the city!” He yelled out of desperation.
Shantotto paused as she considered his words, the blast near the walls did seem to coincide with his story, however it was also possible that he was just using the blast as a cover for whatever ill natured scheme he had concocted.
Considering the potential cost of life vs the harm that could come from this man Shantotto made a decision. “Good day I say.” she said as she cast Burst once again. Triple lighting bolts screamed down from above drawn to the man who had been drenched in her magical waters. “Yahhhhggggggg” was all that could be heard as the man screamed, the electrical currents reducing him to nothing more than a burnt lifeless husk.
“Bombs?” the word spread through the mob like the fires that had threatened their homes. Panic spread along with the words as people began to run from the man as if he was the bomb itself.
Shantotto’s brown eyes gazed at the man remorselessly, her anger flaring up to the limits of her willingness to keep up this peaceful stand.
Behind her Serraph stirred once more, seemingly oblivious to eat had just transpired. With the fires of nippur under control, she could take a moment to catch her breath. The threat of bombs was a whole new wildfire all the same.
Taking her journal out from her robe she quickly dipped her quill and began to write on the page she had dedicated to Serraph. “Subject makes the second split personality I've seen, this one has a tendency to get quite mean.” The words of course we're written in glyphs only she could decode. Making sure to note that Serraph physical body had taken on a lifelike female form, even his...her… it's mannerisms replicated those of a female.
“Curious.” she pondered as she finally sat down into the dusty street to rest.
“Curious….” she mused aloud looking at the arrancar who had fallen asleep. She had been oblivious to his fatigue, never minding the dried link upon the man.
“It would seem that in times of extreme duress… your glasses shift form into a crimson headdress.” she said turning her attention fully to the unconscious swordsman.
The sounds of the mob gathered around as they closed in on the source of the water and angry red death beam. Shouts and the orange glow of makeshift torches filled the gaps between buildings as they approached.
Elsewhere a loud explosion rocked the ground, a large chunk of wall crumbled under the blast, the dust given off by the explosion billowed into the air darkening the morning sky, the roar of engines powered by primitive engines. Whatever was going on in the distance was chaotic to be sure, however the pair needed to finished the take at hand. “Though in his current state we are not much of a pair, as such my margin of error is slimmer than a hair.” She said with a grim determination.
Her stardust rod danced around in her hand, its crystalline focus forming a small circle in the air. A few seconds later three bolts of deadly lightning crashed to the ground, blasting a crater into the street, glassing the sand. An angry glare filled the tiny mage who had grown tired of the game of cat and mouse with this mess of a bloodthirsty mob. Serraph stirred in his fatigue induced slumber but his eyes did not open. Stone fragments were strewn across the street from the impact of multiple lightning bolts. Small beads of sweat dripped down the tarutaru’s brow.
Using her magic to amplify her voice, the words carried out over the area. “You barbarians must cease this hunt, lest you experience my formidable front. For if you do not stop pursuit of our lives you will force my hand to unleash hell, and doing so means I bombard you with spell after spell.” The brown nosed mage spoke with authority her goal to protect the slumbering swordsman. The mob began to murmur amongst themselves, some emboldened by the small mages threat.
One man in particular seemed to rally those in the crowd. Normally Shantotto was not one to judge a person on looks, but the man seemed to have a very off-putting nefarious aura, the kind that could cause a bloodbath for the sole purpose of watching chaos unfold.
The man urged the people along with him spurring them on, inciting the flames of anger, those who still wished for a fight pushed forward through those that did not, the man stayed in the back, even though she was beginning to feel the fatigue of battle Shantotto pushed herself bringing her rod forward aimed right at the man’s face. “Flood” she said calmly, as another torrent of water materialized and blasted towards the man.Those in the mob who had began to disperse moved quickly leaving the man to his fate as the blast of water smashed into his chest with a resounding crash. Knocked from his feet he fell into the new formed mud.
“Rather than let this fool lead you all down this fruitless course, I feel it is my duty to eliminate him as a source.” She said just loud enough for him to hear her.
“Wait, wait you cant kill me!” The man said as he struggled to his feet. “We have bombs! In the city!” He yelled out of desperation.
Shantotto paused as she considered his words, the blast near the walls did seem to coincide with his story, however it was also possible that he was just using the blast as a cover for whatever ill natured scheme he had concocted.
Considering the potential cost of life vs the harm that could come from this man Shantotto made a decision. “Good day I say.” she said as she cast Burst once again. Triple lighting bolts screamed down from above drawn to the man who had been drenched in her magical waters. “Yahhhhggggggg” was all that could be heard as the man screamed, the electrical currents reducing him to nothing more than a burnt lifeless husk.
“Bombs?” the word spread through the mob like the fires that had threatened their homes. Panic spread along with the words as people began to run from the man as if he was the bomb itself.
Shantotto’s brown eyes gazed at the man remorselessly, her anger flaring up to the limits of her willingness to keep up this peaceful stand.
Behind her Serraph stirred once more, seemingly oblivious to eat had just transpired. With the fires of nippur under control, she could take a moment to catch her breath. The threat of bombs was a whole new wildfire all the same.
Taking her journal out from her robe she quickly dipped her quill and began to write on the page she had dedicated to Serraph. “Subject makes the second split personality I've seen, this one has a tendency to get quite mean.” The words of course we're written in glyphs only she could decode. Making sure to note that Serraph physical body had taken on a lifelike female form, even his...her… it's mannerisms replicated those of a female.
“Curious.” she pondered as she finally sat down into the dusty street to rest.