Oct 7, 2019 10:04:06 GMT -6
Tensions remained high with each step forward the group made. Unsure of what could be awaiting them around any dark corner or crevasse. Even over the blaring sound of the alarm it was almost as if they could hear a pin drop. The hair on the back of their necks standing up in anticipation of the worst.
Yet oddest of all was the young blond. Whom had began to look like he was coming down with a sickness of some kind. He winced as his steps began to feel labored. His body and mind becoming increasingly stressed by both the chaos of the attack. And the rock-like feeling forming in his gut.
His concentration on keeping his composure broken by the calm voice of the hunter by his side. Nervously he turned his head and gave the man a slight nod. "Yeah I'm fine.." He said trying his best to feign a smile. The group turning down the hall toward the sparring area in the process. Simultaneously there was a soft popping sound, barely audible over the constant ring. Coming from the paired hands of the two. Coupled with small fizzles of the golden magic. Drifting off into the air only to disappear just moments later.
Probably the most unfortunate thing about William's ability was the little problem that there was no turning it off. All one had to do was touch him in order to get a dose. The only real thing he could do was try to limit the flow. But the current problem wasn't with how much magic was being released, but how.
Using his magic as a painkiller was clever, yet the issue was it wasn't meant to be used in such a way. It wanted to be released, to be used. And clearly Xeno wasn't allowing it to do so.
It was effectively a river crashing into a dam. Causing the water to reverse course and begin to pool. Yet in this case the river was William, and the water was his magic. Effectively backwashing through the hunter and back into the blond.
With each step down the hall William's vision began to blur at first. And then doubled. Obscuring his view of the set of doors at the end of the hall leading to the sparring area. The paleness in his face began to fade, his cheeks becoming slightly flush instead. And his steps started to become slightly irregular. Unbeknownst to the young man he was slowly becoming more intoxicated by his own magic.
He let out a little grunt as the group came within a few feet of the door. As the thought of continuing was becoming increasingly upsetting. As he felt like he just wanted to lay down and take a nap. His senses fading with each moment. But perhaps more concerning was his lack of concentration. As the slight popping noise from before had started to get louder. Rising into a buzz that could rival the alarm. Almost as if standing under power lines the air itself seemed to vibrate around the group. Finally drawing the attention of the other two hunters.
"Sir get back! I think he's gonna blo-!"
The hunter wasn't wrong, nor was he fast enough to do anything about it. His response coming just too late. Yet just as he had predicted the area around William shimmered. Followed by what could only be described as a flashbang going off. There was a loud cracking noise, and a bright golden light that seemed to shoot out in every direction. There was force behind it, but not much more than enough to knock the group off their feet. Dosing the entirety with a rather potent blast of energy.
As the metaphorical dust began to settle William's eyes began to crack open. The first thing coming into view was the white tile floor he was now laying on. Yet what caught his attention next wasn't something he saw, but heard. As there was a scuffling sound coming from the doors, that had now been blown open from the blast. He wanted to glance over, to discover the source of the noise. Yet he didn't even have the energy to do that. All he could do was wait as the sound began to get closer. Happening more frequently until it was suddenly on top of him.
"What the hell happened here?!"
A foreign voice called out.
"Quick, get these hunters up. Get that civilian out of here."
He could feel hands around him, tugging him to his feet. His eyes barely half open he tried to protest. To warn them. Yet as they grabbed a hold of him there was little if any response from his magic. Having been drained from the blast just moments prior. He let out another groan in struggle at all of the things he wanted to say.
'Hold on! Where did you come from? Is everyone ok?'
Yet his thoughts only came out as more mumbled grunts. Unable to resist as he felt himself being carried off by a strange man. Barely able to make out the other hunters down the hall as they tended to the wounded.
Yet oddest of all was the young blond. Whom had began to look like he was coming down with a sickness of some kind. He winced as his steps began to feel labored. His body and mind becoming increasingly stressed by both the chaos of the attack. And the rock-like feeling forming in his gut.
His concentration on keeping his composure broken by the calm voice of the hunter by his side. Nervously he turned his head and gave the man a slight nod. "Yeah I'm fine.." He said trying his best to feign a smile. The group turning down the hall toward the sparring area in the process. Simultaneously there was a soft popping sound, barely audible over the constant ring. Coming from the paired hands of the two. Coupled with small fizzles of the golden magic. Drifting off into the air only to disappear just moments later.
Probably the most unfortunate thing about William's ability was the little problem that there was no turning it off. All one had to do was touch him in order to get a dose. The only real thing he could do was try to limit the flow. But the current problem wasn't with how much magic was being released, but how.
Using his magic as a painkiller was clever, yet the issue was it wasn't meant to be used in such a way. It wanted to be released, to be used. And clearly Xeno wasn't allowing it to do so.
It was effectively a river crashing into a dam. Causing the water to reverse course and begin to pool. Yet in this case the river was William, and the water was his magic. Effectively backwashing through the hunter and back into the blond.
With each step down the hall William's vision began to blur at first. And then doubled. Obscuring his view of the set of doors at the end of the hall leading to the sparring area. The paleness in his face began to fade, his cheeks becoming slightly flush instead. And his steps started to become slightly irregular. Unbeknownst to the young man he was slowly becoming more intoxicated by his own magic.
He let out a little grunt as the group came within a few feet of the door. As the thought of continuing was becoming increasingly upsetting. As he felt like he just wanted to lay down and take a nap. His senses fading with each moment. But perhaps more concerning was his lack of concentration. As the slight popping noise from before had started to get louder. Rising into a buzz that could rival the alarm. Almost as if standing under power lines the air itself seemed to vibrate around the group. Finally drawing the attention of the other two hunters.
"Sir get back! I think he's gonna blo-!"
The hunter wasn't wrong, nor was he fast enough to do anything about it. His response coming just too late. Yet just as he had predicted the area around William shimmered. Followed by what could only be described as a flashbang going off. There was a loud cracking noise, and a bright golden light that seemed to shoot out in every direction. There was force behind it, but not much more than enough to knock the group off their feet. Dosing the entirety with a rather potent blast of energy.
As the metaphorical dust began to settle William's eyes began to crack open. The first thing coming into view was the white tile floor he was now laying on. Yet what caught his attention next wasn't something he saw, but heard. As there was a scuffling sound coming from the doors, that had now been blown open from the blast. He wanted to glance over, to discover the source of the noise. Yet he didn't even have the energy to do that. All he could do was wait as the sound began to get closer. Happening more frequently until it was suddenly on top of him.
"What the hell happened here?!"
A foreign voice called out.
"Quick, get these hunters up. Get that civilian out of here."
He could feel hands around him, tugging him to his feet. His eyes barely half open he tried to protest. To warn them. Yet as they grabbed a hold of him there was little if any response from his magic. Having been drained from the blast just moments prior. He let out another groan in struggle at all of the things he wanted to say.
'Hold on! Where did you come from? Is everyone ok?'
Yet his thoughts only came out as more mumbled grunts. Unable to resist as he felt himself being carried off by a strange man. Barely able to make out the other hunters down the hall as they tended to the wounded.
