10-31-2015, 09:06 PM
The screech of the TIE fighter resounded throughout the arena, causing a visible tremble in the Black Mage's neck for those close enough to see it. Memories of the Warmech in his homeland came flooding back, it's nuclear weaponry annihilating his former companions, the Warriors of Light. Hands rose with surprising quickness and shielded his ears from the noise as it flew closer, the shrill screech of the TIE Fighter's wings now being supplemented by the quick zip of it's laser cannons. Steel melted as it's blasts reached the catwalk, leaving craters inside the floating islands before the Black Mage.
He should have ran the moment he heard the fighter's screech, but his response was delayed by a half a second as he was frozen in fear. Eventually he darted to the side,lucky not to perish by the laser's blast, but not lucky enough to escape the brunt of the blast. Thrown to the side of the catwalk his left arm was . . . missing. The left side of his torso was encrusted in an unnatural black layer of skin, and the shrill cry of pain emanating from the Black Mage could be heard over the roar of the crowd. A smaller grunt escaped the Warrior of Light as he pushed his right hand to the ground and tried to stand, stumbling mightily as he rose.
To say his body cringed was an understatement, but in the back of his ears he heard the screech of the TIE fighter altering in pitch, slowing down and then accelerating in the distance. His body wouldn't complain anymore if he stayed. But he'd have to test the Faceless Man's words, and he wasn't ready to do that. How could he take down such a monstrosity? A quick glance around the arena presented a solution. The turrets. He needed to get to the turrets.
Though desperate and pushing through the pain the Black Mage knew he could not best the contraption for speed he rushed forward for a moment before turning his head over his shoulder to see it gaining on him, laser blasts coming closer and closer. He continued to run until he guessed the TIE had gained enough distance, then pushed backward on his step to throw himself backwards, away from the blast. The plan partly worked, as the Black Mage evaded the blast, but he landed foot-first in a crater, pain jolting through his spine. A quick jump and reach showed he couldn't escape the crater, though chances were he wouldn't be able to pull up anyways. Which meant one thing.
He needed to fight his way out.
"Heat of the light . . . show your flame. Fire!" He attempted to muster an incantation, slowly piecing the words together as cinders formed on his right hand, soon burning brighter as the fireball finally formed. The screech of the TIE fighter again changed frequencies, doppler effect well at work. It was coming from his left, the zip of laser blasts coming closer and closer. Hurling wildly in the direction of the noise he flung his magic poorly and desperately, but his luck turned. The zips stopped, and the image of a TIE fighter flailing with one solar panel ablaze, the fighter spiraling uncontrollably until he heard a loud crash. The Black Mage put up a small smile. He'd survived another bou-
"You'll have to do better than that Scarecrow" A voice spoke slowly and from behind, prompting the Black Mage to turn and lob another ball of fire. It wasn't over just yet.
He should have ran the moment he heard the fighter's screech, but his response was delayed by a half a second as he was frozen in fear. Eventually he darted to the side,lucky not to perish by the laser's blast, but not lucky enough to escape the brunt of the blast. Thrown to the side of the catwalk his left arm was . . . missing. The left side of his torso was encrusted in an unnatural black layer of skin, and the shrill cry of pain emanating from the Black Mage could be heard over the roar of the crowd. A smaller grunt escaped the Warrior of Light as he pushed his right hand to the ground and tried to stand, stumbling mightily as he rose.
To say his body cringed was an understatement, but in the back of his ears he heard the screech of the TIE fighter altering in pitch, slowing down and then accelerating in the distance. His body wouldn't complain anymore if he stayed. But he'd have to test the Faceless Man's words, and he wasn't ready to do that. How could he take down such a monstrosity? A quick glance around the arena presented a solution. The turrets. He needed to get to the turrets.
Though desperate and pushing through the pain the Black Mage knew he could not best the contraption for speed he rushed forward for a moment before turning his head over his shoulder to see it gaining on him, laser blasts coming closer and closer. He continued to run until he guessed the TIE had gained enough distance, then pushed backward on his step to throw himself backwards, away from the blast. The plan partly worked, as the Black Mage evaded the blast, but he landed foot-first in a crater, pain jolting through his spine. A quick jump and reach showed he couldn't escape the crater, though chances were he wouldn't be able to pull up anyways. Which meant one thing.
He needed to fight his way out.
"Heat of the light . . . show your flame. Fire!" He attempted to muster an incantation, slowly piecing the words together as cinders formed on his right hand, soon burning brighter as the fireball finally formed. The screech of the TIE fighter again changed frequencies, doppler effect well at work. It was coming from his left, the zip of laser blasts coming closer and closer. Hurling wildly in the direction of the noise he flung his magic poorly and desperately, but his luck turned. The zips stopped, and the image of a TIE fighter flailing with one solar panel ablaze, the fighter spiraling uncontrollably until he heard a loud crash. The Black Mage put up a small smile. He'd survived another bou-
"You'll have to do better than that Scarecrow" A voice spoke slowly and from behind, prompting the Black Mage to turn and lob another ball of fire. It wasn't over just yet.
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