03-24-2015, 12:37 AM
Negi could hear the orc's footfalls behind him, getting louder by the moment. He legs felt leaden and he knew that he couldn't keep running for much longer. For better or for worse, this would end soon. Ras tel ma Scir Magister. Vaguely, he heard the orc yelling at him, taunting him. He ignored the taunts, the orc, the very fact he was running for his life, concentrating solely on the spell. Veniant spiritus aerialis fulgurientes. In front of him, a bright, crackling sphere appeared and rapidly swelled. A brisk wind started up, rustling the leaves of the colossal trees.
The orc noticed that the human was slowing down, clearly exhausted from the fight. He also noticed that it was chanting in some language foreign to him. The human seemed to be holding lightning in front of him. The orc didn't understand, nor care, how it was possible. All he knew was that getting struck by lightning hurt - not that he was afraid. Still, he understood that it would be wise to kill the human before it could attack. He put on a burst of speed, drawing nearer to the human.
The orc was right behind him. Negi could almost feel its breath on his back as he leapt, dodging an erratic swing. He found it was difficult to concentrate on the spell - the casting had taken far longer than it should have. Once again, he had the feeling he could've pulled this off easily in the past, reminding him of his sorry state of affairs. Jovis Tempestas Fulguriens. Delatio Effectus. The wind had died down again, now trapped inside the sphere, which had grown to be wider than he was. Inside, the sphere, with the crackling lightning and the howling winds, a veritable tempest was brewing. Suddenly, the sphere flickered and disappeared.
An intense pain flared in his side causing him to stagger. Looking down, he saw that the axe had torn a long jagged gash that was now bleeding profusely. Negi mentally cursed himself for not paying attention. As he had been thinking about his current state, the orc hadn't been idle. You're not paying attention again,
he chided himself, retreating from another blow.
The pain was clouding his mind. Vaguely, he felt that he should run, and then he wondered why he needed to. It's not like I need more time. A blow from came from the left. Why did I even need more time in the first place? Another blow from the right, this time grazing his arm. Negi found that he didn't even have the strength to keep dodging. I don't stand a chance, do I? Left. The rough bark of a tree pressed into his back. Nowhere left to run. No ... I had a plan.
The orc sneered. The fight had taken longer than he had expected, but the human was clearly beaten, helpless. There was nowhere for it to run, even if it still had the strength to do so. He would end it with the next blow. Any last words? He brought the axe up for the killing blow. The human was saying something, but he couldn't hear it.
With the last of his failing strength, Negi whispered one word. Emittam. The sphere that had disappeared earlier suddenly reappeared. From the sphere, a bolt of lighting lanced out, followed closely by roaring winds, obliterating everything in the way. It hit the orc, still sneering, a fraction of a second later. The orc didn't have a chance to realize that the tables had turned, much less defend himself. The wind and lightning battered the orc mercilessly, throwing it into the forest, leaving a line of destruction in its wake.
And then all was calm. There was nothing left from the fight save for a line of toppled trees and a young man lying the ground, his blood slowing pooling around him. There was no sound except for the pervasive silence of the forest. Nothing moved. All was calm.
The orc noticed that the human was slowing down, clearly exhausted from the fight. He also noticed that it was chanting in some language foreign to him. The human seemed to be holding lightning in front of him. The orc didn't understand, nor care, how it was possible. All he knew was that getting struck by lightning hurt - not that he was afraid. Still, he understood that it would be wise to kill the human before it could attack. He put on a burst of speed, drawing nearer to the human.
The orc was right behind him. Negi could almost feel its breath on his back as he leapt, dodging an erratic swing. He found it was difficult to concentrate on the spell - the casting had taken far longer than it should have. Once again, he had the feeling he could've pulled this off easily in the past, reminding him of his sorry state of affairs. Jovis Tempestas Fulguriens. Delatio Effectus. The wind had died down again, now trapped inside the sphere, which had grown to be wider than he was. Inside, the sphere, with the crackling lightning and the howling winds, a veritable tempest was brewing. Suddenly, the sphere flickered and disappeared.
An intense pain flared in his side causing him to stagger. Looking down, he saw that the axe had torn a long jagged gash that was now bleeding profusely. Negi mentally cursed himself for not paying attention. As he had been thinking about his current state, the orc hadn't been idle. You're not paying attention again,
he chided himself, retreating from another blow.
The pain was clouding his mind. Vaguely, he felt that he should run, and then he wondered why he needed to. It's not like I need more time. A blow from came from the left. Why did I even need more time in the first place? Another blow from the right, this time grazing his arm. Negi found that he didn't even have the strength to keep dodging. I don't stand a chance, do I? Left. The rough bark of a tree pressed into his back. Nowhere left to run. No ... I had a plan.
The orc sneered. The fight had taken longer than he had expected, but the human was clearly beaten, helpless. There was nowhere for it to run, even if it still had the strength to do so. He would end it with the next blow. Any last words? He brought the axe up for the killing blow. The human was saying something, but he couldn't hear it.
With the last of his failing strength, Negi whispered one word. Emittam. The sphere that had disappeared earlier suddenly reappeared. From the sphere, a bolt of lighting lanced out, followed closely by roaring winds, obliterating everything in the way. It hit the orc, still sneering, a fraction of a second later. The orc didn't have a chance to realize that the tables had turned, much less defend himself. The wind and lightning battered the orc mercilessly, throwing it into the forest, leaving a line of destruction in its wake.
And then all was calm. There was nothing left from the fight save for a line of toppled trees and a young man lying the ground, his blood slowing pooling around him. There was no sound except for the pervasive silence of the forest. Nothing moved. All was calm.