10-06-2014, 05:43 PM
Harry drew his blasting rod, transferring his staff to his left hand as he did so, while he rushed towards the opening elevator. Of course, to complete the wonderful storm of issues, the elevator contained a small girl. The orgosynth-possessed man lunged at the girl before Harry could compose a strike, but it seemed like the elevator's occupant wasn't a slouch in a fight.
"Accel Smash!"
The girl ducked the first attack and didn't give the creature a chance to go in for a second one. There was a popping sound, the sound a jaw makes when it gets dislocated, and the orgosynth host stumbled back, out of the elevator. Harry hadn't stopped running, and he circled the filthy-looking man, placing himself between the host and the girl and levelling his staff at the man. The temperature in the elevator dropped a couple degrees as he snarled "Infriga! Forzare!" The first word had formed a soccer-ball sized chunk of ice on the end of Harry's staff, and the second had propelled it forward at high speed. It impacted with a dull thunk and sent the already-reeling man sprawling.
Harry dropped the blasting rod into his pocket and gestured with his right hand and staff in unison, tapping into Soulfire as he did so. "Forzare." A massive spectral hand appeared, pinning the man to the ground and keeping him there. Harry stepped out of the elevator, keeping his right hand level to maintain the spell. "You alright, kid? Might want to get out of there. I'm throwing a lot of magic around and technology doesn't like that." True to his word, the lights flickered a bit and the elevator emitted a cheery ding, then another, and yet another. It kept making that annoying noise, lending an air of absurdity to the entire situation. At least it didn't start doing anything with the doors or the pulleys. "Name's Harry. What's a little girl doing on Tier 7? I've heard this is supposed to be the wrong side of the tracks, and I haven't seen anything to contradict that yet."
"Accel Smash!"
The girl ducked the first attack and didn't give the creature a chance to go in for a second one. There was a popping sound, the sound a jaw makes when it gets dislocated, and the orgosynth host stumbled back, out of the elevator. Harry hadn't stopped running, and he circled the filthy-looking man, placing himself between the host and the girl and levelling his staff at the man. The temperature in the elevator dropped a couple degrees as he snarled "Infriga! Forzare!" The first word had formed a soccer-ball sized chunk of ice on the end of Harry's staff, and the second had propelled it forward at high speed. It impacted with a dull thunk and sent the already-reeling man sprawling.
Harry dropped the blasting rod into his pocket and gestured with his right hand and staff in unison, tapping into Soulfire as he did so. "Forzare." A massive spectral hand appeared, pinning the man to the ground and keeping him there. Harry stepped out of the elevator, keeping his right hand level to maintain the spell. "You alright, kid? Might want to get out of there. I'm throwing a lot of magic around and technology doesn't like that." True to his word, the lights flickered a bit and the elevator emitted a cheery ding, then another, and yet another. It kept making that annoying noise, lending an air of absurdity to the entire situation. At least it didn't start doing anything with the doors or the pulleys. "Name's Harry. What's a little girl doing on Tier 7? I've heard this is supposed to be the wrong side of the tracks, and I haven't seen anything to contradict that yet."
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