06-18-2015, 02:38 PM
Amusing creature. came the whispers of insanity, echoing through Erik Vrell's mind. Where Vrell had assumed an untrained mind, there was unyielding steel and determination. I have trained for ten thousand years in the vagaries of the Warp. Came the whispers again. Galel's third eye stared at Vrell, never blinking even as Vrell conjured his psy-blades. "Stuff it." Erik remarked, charging towards Galel, assuming the Sorcerer immobilized by his Psychic attacks. "That would be boring." Galel spoke, drawing his Force Sword with his right hand and twisting his left hand into an arcane shape. Power flowed out of him, surrounding the Sorcerer with a shell of unnatural energy.
Erik grinned, leaping and striking at Galel with all his might. His Psy-Blades, potent weapons capable of passing through physical barriers, found no purchase from the barrier of energy surrounding his foe. The Sorcerer laughed, lashing out with his sword. "Show me! Show me everything!" Galel shouts as Erik leaps back, scowling with confusion. "Surprised?" Galel chuckles, stepping forward and drawing his Plasma Pistol. "Good." He says, squeezing the trigger. The weapon lights up, magnetic coils flaring brightly as energy courses through them. Milliseconds later, a ball of supercompressed superheated gas rushes from the barrel of the gun. Erik's eyes widen in horror, his hands reflexively extending as he projects a square of Psychic force in front of him.
The entire room experiences a rush of heat for a brief moment as the condensed plasma breaks apart on the barrier. The expanding cloud of ionized gas roils forwards, flowing around Erik as it rapidly cools. As the steam and smoke clears, massive scorch marks are revealed along the floor and the exhibit next to Vrell. Embers smoulder where the plasma marred the floor and walls. Vrell charges forward, drawing Mageslayer. "Die warlock!" He shouts, un-fazed by the destruction caused by the plasma. Galel scowls beneath his helmet, bringing his force sword up to parry the child's blow. Sparks fly as the blades clash, one dancing about with unholy precision, the other with disciplined and determined blows. Despite his best attempts, and his superior speed, Erik's blade cannot find purchase. As though reading his mind, Galel's blocks and parries were almost always exactly where they needed to be, as if the Sorcerer knew what Erik was about to do.
Erik grinned, leaping and striking at Galel with all his might. His Psy-Blades, potent weapons capable of passing through physical barriers, found no purchase from the barrier of energy surrounding his foe. The Sorcerer laughed, lashing out with his sword. "Show me! Show me everything!" Galel shouts as Erik leaps back, scowling with confusion. "Surprised?" Galel chuckles, stepping forward and drawing his Plasma Pistol. "Good." He says, squeezing the trigger. The weapon lights up, magnetic coils flaring brightly as energy courses through them. Milliseconds later, a ball of supercompressed superheated gas rushes from the barrel of the gun. Erik's eyes widen in horror, his hands reflexively extending as he projects a square of Psychic force in front of him.
The entire room experiences a rush of heat for a brief moment as the condensed plasma breaks apart on the barrier. The expanding cloud of ionized gas roils forwards, flowing around Erik as it rapidly cools. As the steam and smoke clears, massive scorch marks are revealed along the floor and the exhibit next to Vrell. Embers smoulder where the plasma marred the floor and walls. Vrell charges forward, drawing Mageslayer. "Die warlock!" He shouts, un-fazed by the destruction caused by the plasma. Galel scowls beneath his helmet, bringing his force sword up to parry the child's blow. Sparks fly as the blades clash, one dancing about with unholy precision, the other with disciplined and determined blows. Despite his best attempts, and his superior speed, Erik's blade cannot find purchase. As though reading his mind, Galel's blocks and parries were almost always exactly where they needed to be, as if the Sorcerer knew what Erik was about to do.