06-01-2017, 07:43 PM
Somerled strained against his invisible bonds, left foot stuck mid-stride. Every muscle clenched and contracted with his monstrous strength, but no matter how much he tried to push forward, he got nowhere. A small tick of annoyance sprung up in his chest. It had been a long while since he’d last found himself in a bind like this, something he couldn’t just force his way out of. It hadn’t been a fun experience then, and he had to say, it still wasn’t.
“This isn’t.. something you can brute-force... Somer,” his mouth opened of its own accord, his other half rasping out his his entirely useless two cents right on cue. His body suffused with warmth, as the little bit of irritation he felt immediately sparked into a fully-fledged anger.
“You say that... like... I don’t already know,” the storm spirit growled, teeth clenched as he could barely muster up the strength to speak. Every inch of him strained even harder against the mystical force, his newfound fury still not getting him anywhere.
“Then why... are you wasting... your goddamn energy?” Sonny snapped back as harshly as he could.
“Why don’t you... ask yourself that,” he seethed, electrical adrenaline coursing through his body.
“What doe-”
CRACK
A resounding boom reverberated through the temple’s interior, cutting off his other half as his left foot crashed into the ground with a brilliant flash of light. Stone shattered beneath his boot, and the magical bindings holding the trio in place faltered for a moment. With a powerful heave, Somerled swivelled on his feet, turning to face the group of magicians, another electrical pulse swelling up inside him.
“Keep doi-”
CRACK
Before the echoing thunder had gotten the chance to die down, before Jim could even finish his sentence, Somerled’s right leg erupted in a powerful flash, rocketing forward in spite of the hex. Once again the spell wavered, and the monster strained against the weakened bonds, pushing off the ground with his right foot and springing forward a meter, yet another pulse rising up. His mouth opened up into an unintelligible shout as he ground to a halt yet again, words drowned out by the thunder’s reverberations.
CRACK
His left boot crunched the tile below in another monstrous step. Amidst the rolling thunder came the loud report of gunfire from his side, and the bonds that had simply been loosening up until now gave away completely as hot lead slammed into three of the magicians. With an inhuman and inaudible roar, the monster lunged forward, brandishing his bullwhip as he charged them. The darklings lurched backwards, lips desperately flapping as they tried to regain their bearings, and one by one their spells fizzled out.
The storm spirit lashed out with his whip, the leather-plait scouring deep into the face of one foe, ripping a ragged opening in its cheek. Somerled shifted his eyes slightly to the side as it began to stumble backwards, face contorted in pain. With another, quick swing of the arm, he struck out at one of its allies, and with a magnificent crack, the leather tore open a wide wound from its temple to its right eye. He shifted on his heels, eyes quickly darting over to where the third should have been, only to see it shuffling back as well, magical flames licking over its body.
Throwing a quick thumbs up over his shoulder to Sun, he brandished his weapon again, lunging forward. Electricity began to course through his body once again, as the whip struck true, wrapping around the neck of the first darkling he’d attacked. With a quick jerk of his right hand, he sent the beast stumbling back towards him, the leather binding around its neck falling loose as it did.
CRACK
A fourth strike echoed through the enclosed room, as his left hand shot forward and met with the head of the magician. Flesh and bone gave way beneath his fist, sending a jolt of pain up his arm that was almost nullified by the pure electrical adrenaline coursing through him. The limp body of the beast ragdolled back from where it came, crashing into the ground and rolling to a halt. Somerled took a step forward, throwing a quick glance to his left as he snapped the whip vaguely right. The three that the soldier had opened fire on had apparently just fallen apart. Black scarabs scurried along the ground indiscriminately where they had been just moments before, and the monster faltered for a moment.
Teeth sunk into his right wrist, which he’d extended too far, and a furious scream rose out of the spirit’s throat, still inaudible over the reverberating thunder and gunshots. He whipped his head back to face the twisted being, yanking his arm back, dragging the darkling stubbornly biting him along. His left arm rocketed forward, and his thumb and forefinger stabbed right into its eyes without resistance. At once, the beast’s jaw loosened up, fangs sliding free from the holes they’d punctured, head jerking back in an attempt to escape the monster’s grip.
Somerled gritted his teeth and slammed his right hand back down, impaling his palm and the darkling’s jagged fangs, a faint jolt of pain coursing through his arm, quickly fading away. He closed his hand firmly around the jaw, and after strengthening his grip on the inside of its eye sockets, he yanked his right arm back, muscles straining against the beast’s physiology. After only a mere moment of tearing, its upper and lower jaw split with a tremendous crack. Somerled slipped one finger out of a gouged eye, swivelling his hand around to keep a good grip on its skull, and plunged its severed jaw through the empty eye socket. The magician fell limp, and the storm spirit released his grip on it, allowing it to slump silently onto the ground.
All at once, the squall of energy and adrenaline that had been driving him forward left him, and Somerled slouched, a barely-audible sigh escaping him. With the cacophony of guns and thunder gone, only a loud ringing in his ears remained, which would likely continue to drown out noises for a while, he figured. With a quick, clumsy movement, he transferred his whip over to his left hand before turning his right hand palm up, giving it a quick, cursory look over, with a few experimental flexes. Despite having far too many new holes in it, each with inordinate amount of fog rising out of it, there wasn’t any pain to it. Another sigh escaped him as he straightened back up, and he threw another quick glance all around him.
Jim and Sun both scurried about at around the middle of the temple room, chasing down the hundreds of beetles scuttling around in every which way, desperately trying to find some place they could reform. Somerled couldn’t help but giggle at the scene. Sure, they were what remained of one hell of an annoying foe, but the image of two people hunting down beetles so seriously just got to him. With a smile on his lips, he started forward. Hell if he was gonna let these guys reform and cause them even more trouble.
“This isn’t.. something you can brute-force... Somer,” his mouth opened of its own accord, his other half rasping out his his entirely useless two cents right on cue. His body suffused with warmth, as the little bit of irritation he felt immediately sparked into a fully-fledged anger.
“You say that... like... I don’t already know,” the storm spirit growled, teeth clenched as he could barely muster up the strength to speak. Every inch of him strained even harder against the mystical force, his newfound fury still not getting him anywhere.
“Then why... are you wasting... your goddamn energy?” Sonny snapped back as harshly as he could.
“Why don’t you... ask yourself that,” he seethed, electrical adrenaline coursing through his body.
“What doe-”
CRACK
A resounding boom reverberated through the temple’s interior, cutting off his other half as his left foot crashed into the ground with a brilliant flash of light. Stone shattered beneath his boot, and the magical bindings holding the trio in place faltered for a moment. With a powerful heave, Somerled swivelled on his feet, turning to face the group of magicians, another electrical pulse swelling up inside him.
“Keep doi-”
CRACK
Before the echoing thunder had gotten the chance to die down, before Jim could even finish his sentence, Somerled’s right leg erupted in a powerful flash, rocketing forward in spite of the hex. Once again the spell wavered, and the monster strained against the weakened bonds, pushing off the ground with his right foot and springing forward a meter, yet another pulse rising up. His mouth opened up into an unintelligible shout as he ground to a halt yet again, words drowned out by the thunder’s reverberations.
CRACK
His left boot crunched the tile below in another monstrous step. Amidst the rolling thunder came the loud report of gunfire from his side, and the bonds that had simply been loosening up until now gave away completely as hot lead slammed into three of the magicians. With an inhuman and inaudible roar, the monster lunged forward, brandishing his bullwhip as he charged them. The darklings lurched backwards, lips desperately flapping as they tried to regain their bearings, and one by one their spells fizzled out.
The storm spirit lashed out with his whip, the leather-plait scouring deep into the face of one foe, ripping a ragged opening in its cheek. Somerled shifted his eyes slightly to the side as it began to stumble backwards, face contorted in pain. With another, quick swing of the arm, he struck out at one of its allies, and with a magnificent crack, the leather tore open a wide wound from its temple to its right eye. He shifted on his heels, eyes quickly darting over to where the third should have been, only to see it shuffling back as well, magical flames licking over its body.
Throwing a quick thumbs up over his shoulder to Sun, he brandished his weapon again, lunging forward. Electricity began to course through his body once again, as the whip struck true, wrapping around the neck of the first darkling he’d attacked. With a quick jerk of his right hand, he sent the beast stumbling back towards him, the leather binding around its neck falling loose as it did.
CRACK
A fourth strike echoed through the enclosed room, as his left hand shot forward and met with the head of the magician. Flesh and bone gave way beneath his fist, sending a jolt of pain up his arm that was almost nullified by the pure electrical adrenaline coursing through him. The limp body of the beast ragdolled back from where it came, crashing into the ground and rolling to a halt. Somerled took a step forward, throwing a quick glance to his left as he snapped the whip vaguely right. The three that the soldier had opened fire on had apparently just fallen apart. Black scarabs scurried along the ground indiscriminately where they had been just moments before, and the monster faltered for a moment.
Teeth sunk into his right wrist, which he’d extended too far, and a furious scream rose out of the spirit’s throat, still inaudible over the reverberating thunder and gunshots. He whipped his head back to face the twisted being, yanking his arm back, dragging the darkling stubbornly biting him along. His left arm rocketed forward, and his thumb and forefinger stabbed right into its eyes without resistance. At once, the beast’s jaw loosened up, fangs sliding free from the holes they’d punctured, head jerking back in an attempt to escape the monster’s grip.
Somerled gritted his teeth and slammed his right hand back down, impaling his palm and the darkling’s jagged fangs, a faint jolt of pain coursing through his arm, quickly fading away. He closed his hand firmly around the jaw, and after strengthening his grip on the inside of its eye sockets, he yanked his right arm back, muscles straining against the beast’s physiology. After only a mere moment of tearing, its upper and lower jaw split with a tremendous crack. Somerled slipped one finger out of a gouged eye, swivelling his hand around to keep a good grip on its skull, and plunged its severed jaw through the empty eye socket. The magician fell limp, and the storm spirit released his grip on it, allowing it to slump silently onto the ground.
All at once, the squall of energy and adrenaline that had been driving him forward left him, and Somerled slouched, a barely-audible sigh escaping him. With the cacophony of guns and thunder gone, only a loud ringing in his ears remained, which would likely continue to drown out noises for a while, he figured. With a quick, clumsy movement, he transferred his whip over to his left hand before turning his right hand palm up, giving it a quick, cursory look over, with a few experimental flexes. Despite having far too many new holes in it, each with inordinate amount of fog rising out of it, there wasn’t any pain to it. Another sigh escaped him as he straightened back up, and he threw another quick glance all around him.
Jim and Sun both scurried about at around the middle of the temple room, chasing down the hundreds of beetles scuttling around in every which way, desperately trying to find some place they could reform. Somerled couldn’t help but giggle at the scene. Sure, they were what remained of one hell of an annoying foe, but the image of two people hunting down beetles so seriously just got to him. With a smile on his lips, he started forward. Hell if he was gonna let these guys reform and cause them even more trouble.
Quote:1200 words exact
Somerled used a whole lotta Lightning Strikes and his bullwhip, Jim shot people, and Sun fired people.
3 magicians remain, currently disassembled and hopefully never to reassemble.
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