12-23-2015, 08:12 PM
“Avada Kedavra!”
The beam of snaking, wild green energy crackled and sputtered, casting sparks of emerald energy like bolts of magma from the main stream. The man’s face twisted in a way that displayed his hatred, his vile and repugnant distaste for life. His teeth grit, his lips curled, his eyes were ablaze with fury.
Sinestro’s hand whipped forward, and a thin line of amber energy spot forward. Just before the beam impacted the killing spell, it blossomed outward into a large, six-sided shield. In the matter of an instant, the single cell spread into a vast network of interlocking hexagons, intercepting the dark magician’s spell.
Snarling, the bloodied wizard flourished with his wand, a ripple of new magic coursing forward. As it struck the hard-light construct, the thinnest of cracks opened up on its outer side. Gritting his teeth, the lantern felt his heart beating in his chest. He felt the pressure of the moment. He felt the swell of instinct well up inside him as his yellow eyes looked upon a force that would kill him. His ring gleamed, and power was matched with power, the two men in a deadlock.
“Can you see you death coming, you whelp?” Riddle screeched over the clash of their instruments. “Are you afraid? Are you afraid of dying?”
“Afraid?” Sinestro sneered, “AFRAID!?”
A thick wall of golden light surged, crashing into the intersection of their might, slowly pushing back the wall of green. The city streets were bathed in a sea of terrible illumination, the collective terror of the universe made tangible as it pressed into every surface. The sharp scent of ozone filled the air, particles of the air charged as the ring released shockwaves of energy across every spectrum. Children cried, men shrieked, and windows shattered as the brilliance of his ring grew brighter and brighter, until the very gleam of the sun was drowned out by the Yellow Light of Dread.
“I AM FEAR!”
Tom’s eyes grew wide as the killing curse was devoured by the overwhelming power of the ring, awe-stricken by the alien emotions that fluttered through his belly. Tom Riddle’s fingers trembled on his wand, reverbs of his magic pulsing through it. His mouth split open into a wild shout as his arcane will finally sputtered out, and only the wall remained.
As quickly as the construct had been formed it dissipated, revealing the radiant form of its creator behind it. Tom unconsciously took a step backwards as the leader of the Sinestro Corps loomed over him, his horrible power casting deep shadows in every direction.
Tom began to stammer out a word, but was interrupted as a dense beam of energy crashed into his head, cratering it into the ground. Just when the Dark Lord’s eyes began to open, a barrage of heavy blasts hammered down into him, tearing up the earth and pushing his bedraggled body further and further into the soil, perforating his robes and flesh with equal ease. It was only when Sinestro saw the bloody tatters of the mage’s broken body that he ceased the assault and turned his attention elsewhere.
The giant hog with a flamethrower-wielding baby riding atop it caught his eye.
The sky itself rippled as Sinestro took to the sky, careening with incredible speed into the battlefield. A trio of battered Babylonians stood and gawked as Ganon stomped and roared, blood flowing from its wounded eye. Without a word and flying silent as the death, the korugaran deputy formed a translucent, amber blade in his hand.
With a single swift movement, the hard-light scimitar opened up three massive cuts along each of their legs, the trio instantly buckling and collapsing to the ground with a spray of blood and a chorus of pained screams.
Sinestro rocketed past them and down the street faster than anyone could see, let alone respond to. He was forced to slow down to bank upwards, and his flight path arched through the clouds, making a lazy three-quarter loop and ripping straight back down towards the ground at a perpendicular angle. Below him? The pathetic creatures he had just hamstringed.
Without its master so much as moving, the ring called forth a long, wickedly barbed harpoon into the air beside him. With the full speed that his ring would allow him, he jettisoned the spear at the first target that got in his way.
Shay screamed in agony as a golden shaft of light pierced his leg, pinning it to the ground. A beat later, Sinestro’s fist hammered into his gut, literally splintering the road beneath him. A spray of blood flew from his lips, and there was no air left in his lungs to scream.
The lantern then turned his gaze to the white-robed healer. “You should have just died.”
The beam of snaking, wild green energy crackled and sputtered, casting sparks of emerald energy like bolts of magma from the main stream. The man’s face twisted in a way that displayed his hatred, his vile and repugnant distaste for life. His teeth grit, his lips curled, his eyes were ablaze with fury.
Sinestro’s hand whipped forward, and a thin line of amber energy spot forward. Just before the beam impacted the killing spell, it blossomed outward into a large, six-sided shield. In the matter of an instant, the single cell spread into a vast network of interlocking hexagons, intercepting the dark magician’s spell.
Snarling, the bloodied wizard flourished with his wand, a ripple of new magic coursing forward. As it struck the hard-light construct, the thinnest of cracks opened up on its outer side. Gritting his teeth, the lantern felt his heart beating in his chest. He felt the pressure of the moment. He felt the swell of instinct well up inside him as his yellow eyes looked upon a force that would kill him. His ring gleamed, and power was matched with power, the two men in a deadlock.
“Can you see you death coming, you whelp?” Riddle screeched over the clash of their instruments. “Are you afraid? Are you afraid of dying?”
“Afraid?” Sinestro sneered, “AFRAID!?”
A thick wall of golden light surged, crashing into the intersection of their might, slowly pushing back the wall of green. The city streets were bathed in a sea of terrible illumination, the collective terror of the universe made tangible as it pressed into every surface. The sharp scent of ozone filled the air, particles of the air charged as the ring released shockwaves of energy across every spectrum. Children cried, men shrieked, and windows shattered as the brilliance of his ring grew brighter and brighter, until the very gleam of the sun was drowned out by the Yellow Light of Dread.
“I AM FEAR!”
Tom’s eyes grew wide as the killing curse was devoured by the overwhelming power of the ring, awe-stricken by the alien emotions that fluttered through his belly. Tom Riddle’s fingers trembled on his wand, reverbs of his magic pulsing through it. His mouth split open into a wild shout as his arcane will finally sputtered out, and only the wall remained.
As quickly as the construct had been formed it dissipated, revealing the radiant form of its creator behind it. Tom unconsciously took a step backwards as the leader of the Sinestro Corps loomed over him, his horrible power casting deep shadows in every direction.
Tom began to stammer out a word, but was interrupted as a dense beam of energy crashed into his head, cratering it into the ground. Just when the Dark Lord’s eyes began to open, a barrage of heavy blasts hammered down into him, tearing up the earth and pushing his bedraggled body further and further into the soil, perforating his robes and flesh with equal ease. It was only when Sinestro saw the bloody tatters of the mage’s broken body that he ceased the assault and turned his attention elsewhere.
The giant hog with a flamethrower-wielding baby riding atop it caught his eye.
The sky itself rippled as Sinestro took to the sky, careening with incredible speed into the battlefield. A trio of battered Babylonians stood and gawked as Ganon stomped and roared, blood flowing from its wounded eye. Without a word and flying silent as the death, the korugaran deputy formed a translucent, amber blade in his hand.
With a single swift movement, the hard-light scimitar opened up three massive cuts along each of their legs, the trio instantly buckling and collapsing to the ground with a spray of blood and a chorus of pained screams.
Sinestro rocketed past them and down the street faster than anyone could see, let alone respond to. He was forced to slow down to bank upwards, and his flight path arched through the clouds, making a lazy three-quarter loop and ripping straight back down towards the ground at a perpendicular angle. Below him? The pathetic creatures he had just hamstringed.
Without its master so much as moving, the ring called forth a long, wickedly barbed harpoon into the air beside him. With the full speed that his ring would allow him, he jettisoned the spear at the first target that got in his way.
Shay screamed in agony as a golden shaft of light pierced his leg, pinning it to the ground. A beat later, Sinestro’s fist hammered into his gut, literally splintering the road beneath him. A spray of blood flew from his lips, and there was no air left in his lungs to scream.
The lantern then turned his gaze to the white-robed healer. “You should have just died.”
Quote:Used Super Move: Hard Light Wall (1 SP)
Used Tier 2 Transformation (2 SP)
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