04-20-2016, 01:20 AM
Gildarts had been somehow in the right place, at the right time, to encounter such an adventure. The prime’s thoughts came to a collected halt! as his sinew body’s instinct caught up, or rather, intercepted his oblivious perception of the flow of events that had led him here. Here. Where he was standing, on craggy obsidian sharp enough to tear holes through the soles of his shoes, this very spot, where they had climbed partway up the mountain in order to face a creature he felt he was destined to meet, and it was here, where words had failed him.
Gildarts allowed the simple tilt of his head upward, his eyes followed sharply, keen to any movements that appeared attacks from the mighty beast. It was here where one of them would fall, it was either he or it, and he wasn’t willing to be defeated anytime soon. It was almost funny to think that he would rather die. That’s what he was here for, right? He and the others, just a few feet behind him, as he cast a casual glance over his right soldier, there was a young man with black hair, a creature who had slated bronze armor hung over the bulk of his being, a strange man that looked similar to himself, yet he was adorned with silver steel and protruding from his right hand was a mighty hammer, lastly there was a shape that Gildarts could not quite pick up out of the far-reaching corner of his eyes.
The wizard took a breath and felt the tension tighten in his shoulders. Danger, mingled with trepidation as it crawled like slithering snakes underneath his pasty skin. A fire-singed breath was drank into his lungs, this very well may be the last time he had to breathe. Using his insight and experience was second nature to him, not only did first like to size up his foe, but he also had sized-up his crew on their rigorous hike up. Gildarts felt the gentle weight of responsibility fall on him, usually the loner was dead-set on battling his enemies alone, yet even this time, he knew this was not something that a single man -not even with the magic he wielded- could defeat. There would be casualties. That was the reality, and this threat was all too real. Another lasting glance was cast back at those who followed and stood beside him, however he could not keep the mournful evidence from his eyes, he who had such a love for the future, could not bear to imagine just who of this group would live and who was destined die.
He’d rather die himself, than lament a fallen comrade. With this in mind, and with no tangible fear of death, Gildarts would fight like hell.
The haunting descent of a looming shadow poured over him and the others as they stood as but ants below the feet of the mighty beast. Immediately, a gust of smoldering smoke, resembling the climate’s already terrible wind began to tumble down on Gildarts’ shoulders, he had barely even blinked before he felt his toes sliding out from underneath him. The meager group behind him had barely stopped to puff out a breath of relief, yet the dragon whose essence was sheer destruction now seemed to be sniggering from his perched place in the shaded orange sky. His tail coiled like a python’s, while the luminescent scales flashed and flickered as it caught on any ounce of light, glittering from the spark-infested rocks below.
Gildarts found himself taking shelter with the others, yet his mind zoomed in on the fire-born imagine of the monster and its spiraling shape as it cut figure eights into the thick smoke pouring in from every corner of the sky. He did not have to stare at it for more than a second to know his eyes had lain on something that held such a devastating magic. It was the creature of his nightmares, a dragon, looking so distinctly like Acnologia.
The fear, if he had any, was invisible, and the group around him responded to the spewing rays of charisma that came with Gildarts’ character. Even in the face of fire, he seemed hopeful. The younger boy with flashy black hair even caught a shard of a smile on the grizzled man’s lips as he faced the impossible feat that flew in the sky a hundred meters up. The murderous beast seemed to excrete another laugh from it’s disgusting jaw, fire bellowed from its nostrils shaped in slits, and Gildarts faced the impossible challenge of hitting an enemy that hovered high in the sky, with only his fists and the magic that would extend from them. He’d have to communicate this to the others, the one with the blonde hair, yes, he looked like he had the strength enough to throw Gildarts at the beast, but first, a wave of fire burst forth, creating an inferno of hell in the air they breathed once more.
Fire raged in the wizard now, who could feel his expression seethe with a freshly wrought malice. He’d had enough of that, and suddenly a net of magic was thrown from his hand and crash magic erupted into the sky, intercepting the beam of hell that would have surely blackened his and his comrades’ skin. But it had worked against the fire to disrupt it, now his feet were heavier in the ground, and the prime knew he could not keep shooting out his magic into the sky to shield the team. Below Volvagia, the humans resembled nothing but pests. They had not the thoughts of a dragon nor the power to vanquish one, the haughty creature though, seemed curiously taken aback when it saw that the primes had managed to survive the creature’s last attack, yet, it had been quite a while since the beast had the opportunity for any fun. Now it’s eyes fell on an entire line of new toys that had marched up its hill and now presumed knocking...
The delay gave Gildarts a chance to mutter something to Thor, “I might need you to throw me up at it, I think I can get a clear shot, but not yet, I’ll need a distraction.”
Though in that time, the dragon had ceased the swish of its tail and decided that simply fire would not longer cut it. Prey was much funner to play with when it was scared. A smile slithered across the parting of its maw. Gildarts sensed the oncoming threat and from his hand a slice of magic extended into the sky, the beam broadened with the more distance it traveled and as the dragon’s bond with the air allowed it to dodge the main strike of this movement effortlessly as the serpent swept the sky and bashed the side of its body into the mountain’s rocks. “Watch out!”
It had created an avalanche.
Gildarts allowed the simple tilt of his head upward, his eyes followed sharply, keen to any movements that appeared attacks from the mighty beast. It was here where one of them would fall, it was either he or it, and he wasn’t willing to be defeated anytime soon. It was almost funny to think that he would rather die. That’s what he was here for, right? He and the others, just a few feet behind him, as he cast a casual glance over his right soldier, there was a young man with black hair, a creature who had slated bronze armor hung over the bulk of his being, a strange man that looked similar to himself, yet he was adorned with silver steel and protruding from his right hand was a mighty hammer, lastly there was a shape that Gildarts could not quite pick up out of the far-reaching corner of his eyes.
The wizard took a breath and felt the tension tighten in his shoulders. Danger, mingled with trepidation as it crawled like slithering snakes underneath his pasty skin. A fire-singed breath was drank into his lungs, this very well may be the last time he had to breathe. Using his insight and experience was second nature to him, not only did first like to size up his foe, but he also had sized-up his crew on their rigorous hike up. Gildarts felt the gentle weight of responsibility fall on him, usually the loner was dead-set on battling his enemies alone, yet even this time, he knew this was not something that a single man -not even with the magic he wielded- could defeat. There would be casualties. That was the reality, and this threat was all too real. Another lasting glance was cast back at those who followed and stood beside him, however he could not keep the mournful evidence from his eyes, he who had such a love for the future, could not bear to imagine just who of this group would live and who was destined die.
He’d rather die himself, than lament a fallen comrade. With this in mind, and with no tangible fear of death, Gildarts would fight like hell.
The haunting descent of a looming shadow poured over him and the others as they stood as but ants below the feet of the mighty beast. Immediately, a gust of smoldering smoke, resembling the climate’s already terrible wind began to tumble down on Gildarts’ shoulders, he had barely even blinked before he felt his toes sliding out from underneath him. The meager group behind him had barely stopped to puff out a breath of relief, yet the dragon whose essence was sheer destruction now seemed to be sniggering from his perched place in the shaded orange sky. His tail coiled like a python’s, while the luminescent scales flashed and flickered as it caught on any ounce of light, glittering from the spark-infested rocks below.
Gildarts found himself taking shelter with the others, yet his mind zoomed in on the fire-born imagine of the monster and its spiraling shape as it cut figure eights into the thick smoke pouring in from every corner of the sky. He did not have to stare at it for more than a second to know his eyes had lain on something that held such a devastating magic. It was the creature of his nightmares, a dragon, looking so distinctly like Acnologia.
The fear, if he had any, was invisible, and the group around him responded to the spewing rays of charisma that came with Gildarts’ character. Even in the face of fire, he seemed hopeful. The younger boy with flashy black hair even caught a shard of a smile on the grizzled man’s lips as he faced the impossible feat that flew in the sky a hundred meters up. The murderous beast seemed to excrete another laugh from it’s disgusting jaw, fire bellowed from its nostrils shaped in slits, and Gildarts faced the impossible challenge of hitting an enemy that hovered high in the sky, with only his fists and the magic that would extend from them. He’d have to communicate this to the others, the one with the blonde hair, yes, he looked like he had the strength enough to throw Gildarts at the beast, but first, a wave of fire burst forth, creating an inferno of hell in the air they breathed once more.
Fire raged in the wizard now, who could feel his expression seethe with a freshly wrought malice. He’d had enough of that, and suddenly a net of magic was thrown from his hand and crash magic erupted into the sky, intercepting the beam of hell that would have surely blackened his and his comrades’ skin. But it had worked against the fire to disrupt it, now his feet were heavier in the ground, and the prime knew he could not keep shooting out his magic into the sky to shield the team. Below Volvagia, the humans resembled nothing but pests. They had not the thoughts of a dragon nor the power to vanquish one, the haughty creature though, seemed curiously taken aback when it saw that the primes had managed to survive the creature’s last attack, yet, it had been quite a while since the beast had the opportunity for any fun. Now it’s eyes fell on an entire line of new toys that had marched up its hill and now presumed knocking...
The delay gave Gildarts a chance to mutter something to Thor, “I might need you to throw me up at it, I think I can get a clear shot, but not yet, I’ll need a distraction.”
Though in that time, the dragon had ceased the swish of its tail and decided that simply fire would not longer cut it. Prey was much funner to play with when it was scared. A smile slithered across the parting of its maw. Gildarts sensed the oncoming threat and from his hand a slice of magic extended into the sky, the beam broadened with the more distance it traveled and as the dragon’s bond with the air allowed it to dodge the main strike of this movement effortlessly as the serpent swept the sky and bashed the side of its body into the mountain’s rocks. “Watch out!”
It had created an avalanche.
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