GoldenHouou
antagoonist
Dominaria
Madra, The Talon Gates
So she was foolish enough to attack him after all.
How very unfortunate.
The alloy sunk into Rckaird’s wrist, but he had ages ago prepared for the attack. And so, while the scissoring blades did actually work on his armor, his powers manifested on the spot they would have sunk into, deflecting them away before they could do the deed they were set out to accomplish. As if he would, after a hundred years of experience, let a little girl sever his hand with a poorly coordinated attack such as that. His countering powers were usually reserved for magic, but if given preparation time like this, physical attacks could be deflected just as well. And she had practically shown him where she was going to strike well in advance. Foolish girl.
She then shifted into a more battle-suitable form and proceeded attacking him once more. Not seeing the need to take out his shield, Rckaird merely raised an arm to cover his “face” from the impact. She smashed against him with considerable force, causing the archon to slide backwards on the sand. He kept the muscles of his arm flexed and gathered mana on the spot of contact yet again to lighten the blow, but he knew he could not counter it this time.
She kept shouting profanities, which Rckaird didn't feel warranted answers. Such temper she possessed. That would no doubt prove trouble for her later.
As she ceased her attack and Rckaird lowered the arm he had used to shield himself from the attack with, he found it smoking, the armor burning red hot. Unlike with the first blow, he had actually felt that. His arm felt slightly numb and the burning sensation remained even after the impact. This new form of hers had power, he had to admit, but that seemed to be all she possessed; raw, uncontrolled power. And even then, it wasn’t quite enough. She needed something far more powerful to get through his defense.
She threw in yet another threat and seemed to be prepared to continue the fight. How unsightly that she would engage in a meaningless battle over someone trying to teach her manners. It was unfortunate indeed, but he would need to calm the woman by force.
Rckaird allowed his arm to fall back to his side. Standing still, not seeing the need to pull out his weapons for this, he gathered the overflowing blue mana and started to take control of the water behind them. The surface of the ocean rippled and then suddenly rose, bursting forth in a shimmering, high pressured stream that smashed against the woman and wrapped around her in order to encase her in a blinding, watery prison. The water sought to enter every opening it could find in an attempt to soothe her from the inside.
Rckaird watched calmly, raising his hand slightly and allowing some of the glistening water to wrap around it to heal the damage it had received. He was ready to draw his shield should the need arise. And at the same time he kept controlling the water attacking Claire, the stream from the ocean continuous and unrelenting.
Madra, The Talon Gates
So she was foolish enough to attack him after all.
How very unfortunate.
The alloy sunk into Rckaird’s wrist, but he had ages ago prepared for the attack. And so, while the scissoring blades did actually work on his armor, his powers manifested on the spot they would have sunk into, deflecting them away before they could do the deed they were set out to accomplish. As if he would, after a hundred years of experience, let a little girl sever his hand with a poorly coordinated attack such as that. His countering powers were usually reserved for magic, but if given preparation time like this, physical attacks could be deflected just as well. And she had practically shown him where she was going to strike well in advance. Foolish girl.
She then shifted into a more battle-suitable form and proceeded attacking him once more. Not seeing the need to take out his shield, Rckaird merely raised an arm to cover his “face” from the impact. She smashed against him with considerable force, causing the archon to slide backwards on the sand. He kept the muscles of his arm flexed and gathered mana on the spot of contact yet again to lighten the blow, but he knew he could not counter it this time.
She kept shouting profanities, which Rckaird didn't feel warranted answers. Such temper she possessed. That would no doubt prove trouble for her later.
As she ceased her attack and Rckaird lowered the arm he had used to shield himself from the attack with, he found it smoking, the armor burning red hot. Unlike with the first blow, he had actually felt that. His arm felt slightly numb and the burning sensation remained even after the impact. This new form of hers had power, he had to admit, but that seemed to be all she possessed; raw, uncontrolled power. And even then, it wasn’t quite enough. She needed something far more powerful to get through his defense.
She threw in yet another threat and seemed to be prepared to continue the fight. How unsightly that she would engage in a meaningless battle over someone trying to teach her manners. It was unfortunate indeed, but he would need to calm the woman by force.
Rckaird allowed his arm to fall back to his side. Standing still, not seeing the need to pull out his weapons for this, he gathered the overflowing blue mana and started to take control of the water behind them. The surface of the ocean rippled and then suddenly rose, bursting forth in a shimmering, high pressured stream that smashed against the woman and wrapped around her in order to encase her in a blinding, watery prison. The water sought to enter every opening it could find in an attempt to soothe her from the inside.
Rckaird watched calmly, raising his hand slightly and allowing some of the glistening water to wrap around it to heal the damage it had received. He was ready to draw his shield should the need arise. And at the same time he kept controlling the water attacking Claire, the stream from the ocean continuous and unrelenting.