06-10-2015, 10:24 AM
Nealaphh did its best to suppress the endless horde of corrupted Soot Walkers, but they seemed to be in endless supply. Nealaphh took a moment to accelerate itself in the temporal fabric, to see if it could better assess the situation. As the world around the god-mind slowed to a crawl, Nealaphh took in the surrounding landscape. There area they were fighting in was large and flat, but a hundred meters away there was a large rock face with a wide crevice through which the Soot Stalkers were marching. If they could find a way to put a stop in that gap, it would certainly turn the tide of this battle in their favor...
Nealaphh took note of the wizard newcomer. The shadow had observed his skills as it had watched the events of Dante's Abyss, and the god-mind knew the man to be a capable caster. Nealaphh reached out to speak to Harry Dresden's mind, but the human wizard went wide eyed and Nealaphh was forcefully hurled out of the man's head. This shouldn't come as a surprise; the mental discipline required to cast arcane magic inherently denoted a stronger psychic resilience. Unfortunately, telepathy was Nealaphh's only real way of communicating directly with other people, so it had little choice but to try again. This time when Nealaphh tapped Harry's mind, the wizard whipped around, glowering at Nealaphh. He was no fool; out of all the primes assembled here, clearly Nealaphh had vast mental capabilities. It only stood to reason that this dark-cloaked enigma was the one trying to get in his head.
"Ohh no. No thanks. You stay well clear of my head, got it?" Dresden barked, brandishing his enchanted rod directly at Nealaphh. The god-mind squinted in frustration. It couldn't entirely blame the man but honestly, did he really think Nealaphh would be able to scour his brain in the middle of a gigantic melee? For lack of better recourse, Nealaphh gestured towards the gap in the hills where the Soot Stalkers were spilling through. It was the first time in its mortal life that Nealaphh had ever actually pointed at anything, so the movement was awkward, to say the least. Harry kept his blasting rod trained on the shadow, but his eyes flicked to the point where Nealaphh was motioning towards. A small group of Soot Stalkers began to rush at Dresden while he wasn't looking, and Nealaphh took the opportunity to heft up several nearby Soot Stalkers who had retreated into their shells and hurl them at Harry's assailants. The went whizzing past the wizards head and smashed into the charging turtles with the ear wrenching sound of bone cracking against bone.
Satisfied that the human understood Nealaphh's general idea, the god-mind turned its attention back towards the Flash. The Crimson Kinetic seemed to have a nearly endless reserve of energy with which to bludgeon the Soot Stalkers into submission. This confused Nealaphh, since it went against just about everything it knew regarding thermodynamics and other very rigid laws of physics. The god-mind was suddenly cracked in the side of the head as another Hammer Stalker sallied into the fray, its crimson eyes burning with sadistic glee. A blow to the head was serious trouble for a mentalist such as Nealaphh, but it managed to retain enough concentration to erect a barrier of warped space to deflect the next incoming barrage of construction tools. Clutching its head in pain, Nealaphh glared at the Hammer Stalker with only its two right eyes, which then flashed a bright white. The Hammer Stalker suddenly went into horrific convulsions, and after several moments of tortured screaming, the red light pouring from its eyes shifted into an acidic green color. With that, the mallet-laden tortoise turned to face his would-be comrades and began to haphazardly fling its weighty projectiles into the thronging horde. A spike of pain shot through Nealaphh's head as his previous injury became irritated, which, rather than causing the god-mind to lose control over the Hammer Stalker, caused the tortoise to go stiff as a board and flop to the ground as its mind was overrun with runaway thoughts that it couldn't possibly begin to comprehend.
This was no good. Nealaphh needed a minute to regain its mental composure, but in the midst of this brawl, it didn't seem as though it would have an opportunity to do so...
Nealaphh took note of the wizard newcomer. The shadow had observed his skills as it had watched the events of Dante's Abyss, and the god-mind knew the man to be a capable caster. Nealaphh reached out to speak to Harry Dresden's mind, but the human wizard went wide eyed and Nealaphh was forcefully hurled out of the man's head. This shouldn't come as a surprise; the mental discipline required to cast arcane magic inherently denoted a stronger psychic resilience. Unfortunately, telepathy was Nealaphh's only real way of communicating directly with other people, so it had little choice but to try again. This time when Nealaphh tapped Harry's mind, the wizard whipped around, glowering at Nealaphh. He was no fool; out of all the primes assembled here, clearly Nealaphh had vast mental capabilities. It only stood to reason that this dark-cloaked enigma was the one trying to get in his head.
"Ohh no. No thanks. You stay well clear of my head, got it?" Dresden barked, brandishing his enchanted rod directly at Nealaphh. The god-mind squinted in frustration. It couldn't entirely blame the man but honestly, did he really think Nealaphh would be able to scour his brain in the middle of a gigantic melee? For lack of better recourse, Nealaphh gestured towards the gap in the hills where the Soot Stalkers were spilling through. It was the first time in its mortal life that Nealaphh had ever actually pointed at anything, so the movement was awkward, to say the least. Harry kept his blasting rod trained on the shadow, but his eyes flicked to the point where Nealaphh was motioning towards. A small group of Soot Stalkers began to rush at Dresden while he wasn't looking, and Nealaphh took the opportunity to heft up several nearby Soot Stalkers who had retreated into their shells and hurl them at Harry's assailants. The went whizzing past the wizards head and smashed into the charging turtles with the ear wrenching sound of bone cracking against bone.
Satisfied that the human understood Nealaphh's general idea, the god-mind turned its attention back towards the Flash. The Crimson Kinetic seemed to have a nearly endless reserve of energy with which to bludgeon the Soot Stalkers into submission. This confused Nealaphh, since it went against just about everything it knew regarding thermodynamics and other very rigid laws of physics. The god-mind was suddenly cracked in the side of the head as another Hammer Stalker sallied into the fray, its crimson eyes burning with sadistic glee. A blow to the head was serious trouble for a mentalist such as Nealaphh, but it managed to retain enough concentration to erect a barrier of warped space to deflect the next incoming barrage of construction tools. Clutching its head in pain, Nealaphh glared at the Hammer Stalker with only its two right eyes, which then flashed a bright white. The Hammer Stalker suddenly went into horrific convulsions, and after several moments of tortured screaming, the red light pouring from its eyes shifted into an acidic green color. With that, the mallet-laden tortoise turned to face his would-be comrades and began to haphazardly fling its weighty projectiles into the thronging horde. A spike of pain shot through Nealaphh's head as his previous injury became irritated, which, rather than causing the god-mind to lose control over the Hammer Stalker, caused the tortoise to go stiff as a board and flop to the ground as its mind was overrun with runaway thoughts that it couldn't possibly begin to comprehend.
This was no good. Nealaphh needed a minute to regain its mental composure, but in the midst of this brawl, it didn't seem as though it would have an opportunity to do so...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued