03-03-2014, 09:58 PM
The green-clothed kid seemed to have an issue with tall, dark, and boar-like. That isn't to say that Harry was best friends with the warlock, either. Far from it; he was a Warden. Dark magic was pretty much the entire reason the Wardens existed; they opposed its use with every breath. That said, Harry hadn't seen the tall man actually break one of the laws of magic. Self-transformation was a very specific exception to the Laws. "Stars and Stones, kid! Is this really the time? You're bickering about some feud none of us understand rather than protecting innocent lives? Those soldiers out there are mortal, and they'll be the first to go if we don't end this thing here and now!" Harry didn't have much energy to waste; the opening he was making with his magic was going to waste, even as the swordsman laid his hand on the wizard's shoulder.
Suddenly, the scent of woodsmoke filled the air as the blue energy of his spell started fracturing under the crimson influence of something that Harry hadn't used in a long time; Hellfire. The shadows licked around the edges, eating away at anything that tried to escape the spell construct and funneling that energy back in. "Hell's bells, man, Hellfire? What are you dealing with to even have this?" The wizard didn't have a lot of time to act; his energy was running low from all the magic he'd been tossing around. He stepped forward, drawing the excess energy from his spell away from the Rathian's mouth, the hand breaking down into a cloud of blue, red, and black energy and coalescing around Harry's right hand. He raised his blasting rod and called back to the group as the dragon shook its head and prepared to blast another fireball at the wizard. "I think I can use this to a better effect than just holding it." Before the flames flickering in the dragon's maw could coalesce into something the beast could spit at the wizard, Harry drew together both his energy and that he had received from Inlumia, pointing his blasting rod straight into the dragon's mouth. "FUEGO! PYROFUEGO!
A bar of white hot flame shot from the blasting rod's tip, coated in Inlumia's shadows and Hellfire. The Soulfire from the hand construct, along with some fresh Soulfire, kept the entire mess focused into something strong and deadly, and the Rathian's own flames were suddenly blasted aside in the sudden rush of magic-fueled fire. Black smoke leaked from the drake's mouth, and, when Harry released the stream of magic and slouched backwards, the dragon cleared its maw with a vicious roar, one filled with defiance despite the injury the wizard had dealt it. Impressive display dispensed with, Harry leaned on his staff and moved away from the dragon before it could attack him, breathing heavily and gesturing for the orange-armored woman and red-armored kid to advance. "That's all, folks. Dresden's out of juice." He wasn't lying; a kitten could have knocked him over and stolen his wallet. It was all he could do to watch the dark-skinned man and the blonde elf fight each other; breaking up a blood feud like that was beyond him. He sketched a circle on the floor, closed it with an effort of will, and attempted to compose his thoughts without any excess magic flying against his senses, trusting to his allies to take care of the last dragon.
Suddenly, the scent of woodsmoke filled the air as the blue energy of his spell started fracturing under the crimson influence of something that Harry hadn't used in a long time; Hellfire. The shadows licked around the edges, eating away at anything that tried to escape the spell construct and funneling that energy back in. "Hell's bells, man, Hellfire? What are you dealing with to even have this?" The wizard didn't have a lot of time to act; his energy was running low from all the magic he'd been tossing around. He stepped forward, drawing the excess energy from his spell away from the Rathian's mouth, the hand breaking down into a cloud of blue, red, and black energy and coalescing around Harry's right hand. He raised his blasting rod and called back to the group as the dragon shook its head and prepared to blast another fireball at the wizard. "I think I can use this to a better effect than just holding it." Before the flames flickering in the dragon's maw could coalesce into something the beast could spit at the wizard, Harry drew together both his energy and that he had received from Inlumia, pointing his blasting rod straight into the dragon's mouth. "FUEGO! PYROFUEGO!
A bar of white hot flame shot from the blasting rod's tip, coated in Inlumia's shadows and Hellfire. The Soulfire from the hand construct, along with some fresh Soulfire, kept the entire mess focused into something strong and deadly, and the Rathian's own flames were suddenly blasted aside in the sudden rush of magic-fueled fire. Black smoke leaked from the drake's mouth, and, when Harry released the stream of magic and slouched backwards, the dragon cleared its maw with a vicious roar, one filled with defiance despite the injury the wizard had dealt it. Impressive display dispensed with, Harry leaned on his staff and moved away from the dragon before it could attack him, breathing heavily and gesturing for the orange-armored woman and red-armored kid to advance. "That's all, folks. Dresden's out of juice." He wasn't lying; a kitten could have knocked him over and stolen his wallet. It was all he could do to watch the dark-skinned man and the blonde elf fight each other; breaking up a blood feud like that was beyond him. He sketched a circle on the floor, closed it with an effort of will, and attempted to compose his thoughts without any excess magic flying against his senses, trusting to his allies to take care of the last dragon.
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