spring 50 year 124 of the third age
Abraia's knocking likely yielded no answer because the inhabitants of the nearby buildings were in such a state of panic that they simply couldn't be sure whether or not opening the door would spell their doom. Which, in all reality, was fair– they knew not what they were up against.
Æhti's body– flesh and bone reinforced with ice– fell back with a heavy thud, skidding across the ground for a few feet from the monumental force of the blow. However, when Abraia approached him, she'd see that he was intact. His clothing was torn revealing much of his torso, but the grace of his Abation left the flesh beneath unmarred. If she'd touched him, he'd feel frigid, and after a few seconds she'd have to withdraw lest the sheer cold begin to cause her tissue damage.
However, the young Aboteur did not linger like this for long. His statuesque stillness broke abruptly as his arms moved, dropping to the ground to prop himself up. It took a second to regain his bearings, but seeing a concerned Abraia, his features lit up alarmed.
"Fie, you're here?" He didn't sound irritated, no, his words were painted with panic-woven concern. "I-...I'm glad you're okay," he clarified.
He pushed himself to his feet with Abraia's help as he spoke, struggling between wanting to get his words out versus rejoining the fight. "The Æld'Norai might…Cælum is on good terms with them, but their potential for help depends on whether or not this is widespread," he blurted out these words quickly, in a manner that might have been harder to catch.
Meanwhile, Cælum was holding the line well enough by himself. The stream of flames blackened the monster, cooking its flesh to a burnt crisp– the smell was foul, as if the meat of the creature was thoroughly rotted through. And yet, it still stood, as if immolation was only a small setback. However, the grasping roots managed to secure it in place, weakened as it was by the combination of fire, the previous wear from Æhti's Cryomancy, and the wound left from the ice spike he'd thrown.
Though it was a risk, the once again mobile Æhti signaled to Abraia to stay where she was before taking off into a sprint towards the monster. Approaching it from behind, the thing heard him coming and attempted to swing its gargantuan claw back at him, but the Galsterei reacted swiftly– from the ground sprung a pillar of earth that broke the blow, allowing the mage to get in close enough to touch the back of the beast's leg. In so doing, he suffused its flesh with Nucleation, and the burnt husk began to fall victim to Ardor's entropy.
"Cælum! Hit it again! It should start to fall apart now," he called out to his ally.
Word Count: 3056
Æhti's body– flesh and bone reinforced with ice– fell back with a heavy thud, skidding across the ground for a few feet from the monumental force of the blow. However, when Abraia approached him, she'd see that he was intact. His clothing was torn revealing much of his torso, but the grace of his Abation left the flesh beneath unmarred. If she'd touched him, he'd feel frigid, and after a few seconds she'd have to withdraw lest the sheer cold begin to cause her tissue damage.
However, the young Aboteur did not linger like this for long. His statuesque stillness broke abruptly as his arms moved, dropping to the ground to prop himself up. It took a second to regain his bearings, but seeing a concerned Abraia, his features lit up alarmed.
"Fie, you're here?" He didn't sound irritated, no, his words were painted with panic-woven concern. "I-...I'm glad you're okay," he clarified.
He pushed himself to his feet with Abraia's help as he spoke, struggling between wanting to get his words out versus rejoining the fight. "The Æld'Norai might…Cælum is on good terms with them, but their potential for help depends on whether or not this is widespread," he blurted out these words quickly, in a manner that might have been harder to catch.
Meanwhile, Cælum was holding the line well enough by himself. The stream of flames blackened the monster, cooking its flesh to a burnt crisp– the smell was foul, as if the meat of the creature was thoroughly rotted through. And yet, it still stood, as if immolation was only a small setback. However, the grasping roots managed to secure it in place, weakened as it was by the combination of fire, the previous wear from Æhti's Cryomancy, and the wound left from the ice spike he'd thrown.
Though it was a risk, the once again mobile Æhti signaled to Abraia to stay where she was before taking off into a sprint towards the monster. Approaching it from behind, the thing heard him coming and attempted to swing its gargantuan claw back at him, but the Galsterei reacted swiftly– from the ground sprung a pillar of earth that broke the blow, allowing the mage to get in close enough to touch the back of the beast's leg. In so doing, he suffused its flesh with Nucleation, and the burnt husk began to fall victim to Ardor's entropy.
"Cælum! Hit it again! It should start to fall apart now," he called out to his ally.
Word Count: 3056
꧁══════════• ༺༉ { Æhti } ༉༻•══════════꧂
꧁══════════• ༺༉ ❁ ❀ ❁ ༉༻•══════════꧂
꧁══════════• ༺༉ ❁ ❀ ❁ ༉༻•══════════꧂
