- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- EST. Might be asleep anytime from 12am to noon though.
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Fantasy (Modern, Futuristic, etc.)
Araki (4, 8)
As the dust swirled around Araki, how he interpreted the sensation slowly changed. It was less that his body weighed several times what it should, and more the bone weary tiredness after a long day of sparring; when one didn’t want to move out of exhaustion. His thoughts on the matter were pushed aside by an unmistakeable sound and as he opened his eyes to cleared air before him a groan accompanied the second thump. ‘Of course it wasn’t that easy.’ He might as well have done nothing for the creature’s rising generated enough wind to blast the dust past Araki into the fallen trees behind.
The sight that was revealed wasn’t exactly heartening either. At the edge of the massive crater, he saw a broken party strewn under the creature’s massive shadow. Those that were still conscious could barely walk, if even that, and there looked to be a few unconscious. As red liquid poured out from within the creature’s shell, almost like lava, Araki rose to his feet in spite of the ache in his body; he wouldn’t simply stand by and do nothing. As the creature’s core was exposed, he took a deep breath, steadied his stance, and threw his hands out to send a blast rolling away from him towards the creature.
It slammed into the creature’s body without so much as an effect, splashing against the rocky skin like water. More telling was the fact that the force simply ceased to exist upon contact with one of the many “threads” that exuded from the sphere. Even as the blast had crashed against the creature’s skin, Araki still had a measure of control, the fine fibers seemed to dispel, devour, or otherwise simply nullify his magic. It wouldn’t be too off to assume that the sphere would do similarly if he attempted to damage it with magic. A bit of a conundrum given all his offensive capabilities were tied with magic in one way or another, and one he didn’t have anymore time to contemplate.
He watched as threads attached to the creature’s hide and in turn the closest limb began to move, raising up into the sky and dwarfing Alexa beneath it. Damned if he knew he’d be able to do anything, but Araki wasn’t about to watch someone die before him. Streams of water formed behind each of his hand, and despite the strain it put on him, Araki spun fast enough that his feet dug trails in the ground beneath them. His hands clasped together and so too did the streams converge into a single length of water. As the mass’ tip left his zone and stretched out to a thin point there was a sharp crack as the water whip easily snapped past the sound barrier. With that he let the mass of water free and was practically flung to the floor from the momentum. The style was not meant to build up that fast and his body was strained enough from the pressure in the air, so it wasn’t a surprise to him. He just managed to prop himself up on his hands as the blade of water made contact with the “shell” where the raised leg was attached.
As the dust swirled around Araki, how he interpreted the sensation slowly changed. It was less that his body weighed several times what it should, and more the bone weary tiredness after a long day of sparring; when one didn’t want to move out of exhaustion. His thoughts on the matter were pushed aside by an unmistakeable sound and as he opened his eyes to cleared air before him a groan accompanied the second thump. ‘Of course it wasn’t that easy.’ He might as well have done nothing for the creature’s rising generated enough wind to blast the dust past Araki into the fallen trees behind.
The sight that was revealed wasn’t exactly heartening either. At the edge of the massive crater, he saw a broken party strewn under the creature’s massive shadow. Those that were still conscious could barely walk, if even that, and there looked to be a few unconscious. As red liquid poured out from within the creature’s shell, almost like lava, Araki rose to his feet in spite of the ache in his body; he wouldn’t simply stand by and do nothing. As the creature’s core was exposed, he took a deep breath, steadied his stance, and threw his hands out to send a blast rolling away from him towards the creature.
It slammed into the creature’s body without so much as an effect, splashing against the rocky skin like water. More telling was the fact that the force simply ceased to exist upon contact with one of the many “threads” that exuded from the sphere. Even as the blast had crashed against the creature’s skin, Araki still had a measure of control, the fine fibers seemed to dispel, devour, or otherwise simply nullify his magic. It wouldn’t be too off to assume that the sphere would do similarly if he attempted to damage it with magic. A bit of a conundrum given all his offensive capabilities were tied with magic in one way or another, and one he didn’t have anymore time to contemplate.
He watched as threads attached to the creature’s hide and in turn the closest limb began to move, raising up into the sky and dwarfing Alexa beneath it. Damned if he knew he’d be able to do anything, but Araki wasn’t about to watch someone die before him. Streams of water formed behind each of his hand, and despite the strain it put on him, Araki spun fast enough that his feet dug trails in the ground beneath them. His hands clasped together and so too did the streams converge into a single length of water. As the mass’ tip left his zone and stretched out to a thin point there was a sharp crack as the water whip easily snapped past the sound barrier. With that he let the mass of water free and was practically flung to the floor from the momentum. The style was not meant to build up that fast and his body was strained enough from the pressure in the air, so it wasn’t a surprise to him. He just managed to prop himself up on his hands as the blade of water made contact with the “shell” where the raised leg was attached.