05-09-2015, 03:24 PM
A tremendous surge of fear rose in her throat. All the confidence she once held onto had now mysteriously evaporated, her stores of inner strength were equally depleted as she faced her fearsome adversary. He had called himself the ‘Fiendlord’ whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t good. Caira wasn’t one to doubt her choice to chase the man in the first place, however she now could see why mere secondaries were no match for the mage. With a large gulp she gathered the courage in her heart and persuaded herself to fight, otherwise, she would loose her life just as TBG had been wounded. She reminded herself, This is what it means to fight for your life. And she set her heart aside and prepared for the oncoming survival instinct that would soon take over and merge with the strength of her will.
Caira could see the calculation on his face, the eyes of aggression, and the swiftness in the motion of his body that told her that he had ample power to back up his words of warning. Magus could throw a fist without hesitation and effortlessly create destruction in his wake. This fearsome ferocity was the sheer definition of his title: Fiendlord.
“You’re not getting away.” The hunter with violet eyes had muttered as she tracked him and pounded down the street. Her aggression had caused her to pounce on the mage the second her eyes caught him and they had rumbled into a nearby wall. It seemed he was capable of reasoning as his lips moved instead of his fists, What was it that he had said? Caira attempted to pull her thoughts from the raging fire that flooded her veins. The fury of war shouted in her ears letting her body accept only the violence and ferocity that ensued with the battle. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way to make out the words. Or at least she had thought, until his blood-red eyes fell upon her with a steady gaze. ‘Omni.’
Toybox Girl scowled at her partner, not because she was conversing with the enemy, but because the hostility in Caira’s eyes had softened slightly. Couldn’t Caira see that he was very really backed into a corner? The menacing mage was plenty capable of using his words as daggers, just like the one currently hinged in the girl’s robotic shoulder. But Caira doesn’t have the pain to remind her of his current position. Magus was their enemy. Currently he was exercising one of the best tactics used against any formidable adversary: Try to take away their reason to fight. The robot wouldn’t fall for that ruse, even if Caira was human enough to show her opponent the same vulnerability. She felt her circuits continue to aim the bazooka she so easily hefted, aimed at the enemy, ready to fire as she approached. Magus began to stand once more, even after the blow that crumbled a decent sized dent in the same brick house he had been smashed into. Perhaps that they had underestimated him.
“Caira,” Toybox Girl attempted to break through the uneasy exchange that was spoken through only eye contact. The words TBG selected to break through to her ally’s battle-fueled haze were small but had more consequence than even she could compute, “Remember who we’re against.”
With a curt nod of response, her eyes didn’t move from her enemy. Caira had been reminded that things weren’t always as they seemed and perhaps Magus was playing his cards right, for he wore an ever-so convincing pokerface. The female mage stamped her foot into the ground out of frustration and her eyebrows creased into a frustrated grimace.
He had threatened them, threatened to end them both. In the flesh torn by the battle, Caira could no longer remember who was it that had made the first attack, nor could she forget that TBG was painfully injured because of him.
“I gave you a chance,” Caira recalled the two of them in the calm before the storm of battle when TBG had offered a less-reckless option. “To come quietly.”
In the middle of the stampede of action, there was a small silence as Magus’s eyes flicked over to the pink robot, grazing the wound and the same bazooka she hefted that looked at least half her size. It seemed there as reverence delivered with the carefully selected words she had chosen to reengage the tall one’s attention. Damn, she’s well equipped.
“We’re after the same thing,” Magus remained vigilant as the scales of intent weighed in his mind, “We can’t be all that different especially when we even went to the same people for assistance.”
Magus tried his chances with a technique of persuasion while simulations of each strategy of attack that would allow for escape from his corner quickly ran through his mind. He slowly but subtly charged his defenses in leu of the pink one’s nifty bazooka.
Caira had began her own charge as she prepared for the reality of TBG’s concerns but was forced to consider his plea and straightened her form. “I believe the difference has been made quite clear.” She implied the man’s black morality and highlighted her words with incentive, “If you won’t come with us, then we will be forced to defeat you.”
The corners of his lips creased into a challenging smile, as finally, a successful plan clicked into his mind. If this was all they had to dish out, there would never be enough to break him down.
“Try.”
A villainous cloud overwhelmed them, Magus felt the familiar burst of Miasma explode into a dark fog surrounding the area. His aim shifted for a sliver of a second as they were caught in his storm. Magus had decided to go after the slippery one with black hair but after she showed weakness, he quickly realigned his choice to the foe that would be harder to vanquish or persuade, not to mention he didn’t like the look of that bazooka. The same robot that could still move despite the decisive blow he had struck into her, he reasoned, would mean a much easier ending for their duel if she was immediately dealt with. Magus nimbly moved through the dense cloud in pursuit of finishing this.
The last thing Caira had glimpsed at before the air became black, happened to be the glow of his scarlet eyes as the mage plunged into a world of darkness. Her eyelashes wavered against the splintering energy as it surged into her like sharp shards of ice, freely passing through her skin and into her freshLY fatigued muscles. The starchy substance heeded her movements in a fiery torment meant to diminish her senses as the weight of the dark energy seemed to corrode her very bones.
I won’t be distracted by a little smoke and mirrors. Caira told herself and felt his vibrations still touching the ground as his momentum followed through towards TBG, who had let out an explosion from her bazooka. It was a shame that Magus was no longer against the wall, for the very brick had now become fresh dust. Her speed was increasingly diminished by the second, so Caira gave a jump that lifted her from the grating friction of the ground. Despite the misconception that the surrounding substance was just smoke, Caira was forced to realize the very air acted as though it grappled with an unexpected force of traction against her. As the seconds progressed so slowly, disorientation set in and the mage became more aware that she was being steadily weakened. She was glad she had acted quickly in an attempt to calculate his trajectory and tried to remember TBG’s location in the street before her mind became a congested mess. It was almost as though she were floating in the weighted air as she came down on the mage from above just as his clutches were about to reach her injured ally.
Caira could see the calculation on his face, the eyes of aggression, and the swiftness in the motion of his body that told her that he had ample power to back up his words of warning. Magus could throw a fist without hesitation and effortlessly create destruction in his wake. This fearsome ferocity was the sheer definition of his title: Fiendlord.
“You’re not getting away.” The hunter with violet eyes had muttered as she tracked him and pounded down the street. Her aggression had caused her to pounce on the mage the second her eyes caught him and they had rumbled into a nearby wall. It seemed he was capable of reasoning as his lips moved instead of his fists, What was it that he had said? Caira attempted to pull her thoughts from the raging fire that flooded her veins. The fury of war shouted in her ears letting her body accept only the violence and ferocity that ensued with the battle. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way to make out the words. Or at least she had thought, until his blood-red eyes fell upon her with a steady gaze. ‘Omni.’
Toybox Girl scowled at her partner, not because she was conversing with the enemy, but because the hostility in Caira’s eyes had softened slightly. Couldn’t Caira see that he was very really backed into a corner? The menacing mage was plenty capable of using his words as daggers, just like the one currently hinged in the girl’s robotic shoulder. But Caira doesn’t have the pain to remind her of his current position. Magus was their enemy. Currently he was exercising one of the best tactics used against any formidable adversary: Try to take away their reason to fight. The robot wouldn’t fall for that ruse, even if Caira was human enough to show her opponent the same vulnerability. She felt her circuits continue to aim the bazooka she so easily hefted, aimed at the enemy, ready to fire as she approached. Magus began to stand once more, even after the blow that crumbled a decent sized dent in the same brick house he had been smashed into. Perhaps that they had underestimated him.
“Caira,” Toybox Girl attempted to break through the uneasy exchange that was spoken through only eye contact. The words TBG selected to break through to her ally’s battle-fueled haze were small but had more consequence than even she could compute, “Remember who we’re against.”
With a curt nod of response, her eyes didn’t move from her enemy. Caira had been reminded that things weren’t always as they seemed and perhaps Magus was playing his cards right, for he wore an ever-so convincing pokerface. The female mage stamped her foot into the ground out of frustration and her eyebrows creased into a frustrated grimace.
He had threatened them, threatened to end them both. In the flesh torn by the battle, Caira could no longer remember who was it that had made the first attack, nor could she forget that TBG was painfully injured because of him.
“I gave you a chance,” Caira recalled the two of them in the calm before the storm of battle when TBG had offered a less-reckless option. “To come quietly.”
In the middle of the stampede of action, there was a small silence as Magus’s eyes flicked over to the pink robot, grazing the wound and the same bazooka she hefted that looked at least half her size. It seemed there as reverence delivered with the carefully selected words she had chosen to reengage the tall one’s attention. Damn, she’s well equipped.
“We’re after the same thing,” Magus remained vigilant as the scales of intent weighed in his mind, “We can’t be all that different especially when we even went to the same people for assistance.”
Magus tried his chances with a technique of persuasion while simulations of each strategy of attack that would allow for escape from his corner quickly ran through his mind. He slowly but subtly charged his defenses in leu of the pink one’s nifty bazooka.
Caira had began her own charge as she prepared for the reality of TBG’s concerns but was forced to consider his plea and straightened her form. “I believe the difference has been made quite clear.” She implied the man’s black morality and highlighted her words with incentive, “If you won’t come with us, then we will be forced to defeat you.”
The corners of his lips creased into a challenging smile, as finally, a successful plan clicked into his mind. If this was all they had to dish out, there would never be enough to break him down.
“Try.”
A villainous cloud overwhelmed them, Magus felt the familiar burst of Miasma explode into a dark fog surrounding the area. His aim shifted for a sliver of a second as they were caught in his storm. Magus had decided to go after the slippery one with black hair but after she showed weakness, he quickly realigned his choice to the foe that would be harder to vanquish or persuade, not to mention he didn’t like the look of that bazooka. The same robot that could still move despite the decisive blow he had struck into her, he reasoned, would mean a much easier ending for their duel if she was immediately dealt with. Magus nimbly moved through the dense cloud in pursuit of finishing this.
The last thing Caira had glimpsed at before the air became black, happened to be the glow of his scarlet eyes as the mage plunged into a world of darkness. Her eyelashes wavered against the splintering energy as it surged into her like sharp shards of ice, freely passing through her skin and into her freshLY fatigued muscles. The starchy substance heeded her movements in a fiery torment meant to diminish her senses as the weight of the dark energy seemed to corrode her very bones.
I won’t be distracted by a little smoke and mirrors. Caira told herself and felt his vibrations still touching the ground as his momentum followed through towards TBG, who had let out an explosion from her bazooka. It was a shame that Magus was no longer against the wall, for the very brick had now become fresh dust. Her speed was increasingly diminished by the second, so Caira gave a jump that lifted her from the grating friction of the ground. Despite the misconception that the surrounding substance was just smoke, Caira was forced to realize the very air acted as though it grappled with an unexpected force of traction against her. As the seconds progressed so slowly, disorientation set in and the mage became more aware that she was being steadily weakened. She was glad she had acted quickly in an attempt to calculate his trajectory and tried to remember TBG’s location in the street before her mind became a congested mess. It was almost as though she were floating in the weighted air as she came down on the mage from above just as his clutches were about to reach her injured ally.