Eveera
One more day.I chant to myself, spinning another star around my finger before aiming it at the target.THWWUMMPP!It lands, sinking into the cork right next to the other five I've already thrown.
I reach down along my thigh and slide my dagger out next. Tossing the hilt in my palm, I feel the weight of it before sending it across the room to land in the "heart" of the target. "Whew." I blow out, dragging the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away the sweat there.
My tendrils Wield out of my hands, fastening around each of my weapons and tugging them from their marks, guiding them back to the table.
"I'd hate to be the target."
My tendrils — weapons in tow — snap towards the voice as I spin around. Max stares wide-eyed at the seven sharp ends, inches from his face.
I relax, my guard coming down quickly, and I release the Wield, a cacophony of metal clattering to the ground around his feet.
"Do I need to guess who it is you're picturing?"
"Did you come here to talk or to train?"
He huffs out a laugh, a hand dragging down his face, "honest?"
"M-hmm."
"I'm really fucking tired of talking."
I motion towards the floor, and he meets me in the center. "Last thing and then the talking stops." His brows lift, "Wield or no Wield?" With little hesitation the both of us answer, "Wield" at the same time.
My magic surges to life underneath my skin, responding to the crackles of lightning flickering around his fists.
Max charges first, tucking his head in as he barrels towards me. He lets out a bolt by my feet, and I quickly throw up a wall of black, sending the electricity skittering back towards him. While he's distracted, I dive to the right and roll, careful to avoid the live energy.
The maneuver puts me slightly behind him, and while I'm still on the ground, I loose out a tendril at his ankle and pull. "OOF!" He falls to his knees, his face tilting to look over at me.
We both scramble to our feet, and he snaps out a bolt of lightning, the shock scorching up my arm. "Fuck!" I shriek, my right hand reflexively grabbing hold of my bicep and clutching it to me as I ride out the pain.
Shake it off. Bind his hands.My conscience snaps.
I Wield two tendrils out at his wrists, wrapping them tightly in the corporeal magic. Max grunts in frustration, fighting the holdwhen I yank down. I cross the tethers over each other and spin him around, pulling him towards me.
The motion contorts his arms behind his back, and I release a few more bands to bind around his torso. He struggles against the makeshift cocoon, his Wield lighting him up like a bonfire as it adheres to the tendrils. The magic climbs my tendrils like a disease, Max’s electricity surging through me, melting my insides.
"YIELD!" I shout, but he doesn't hear me over his own scream. Panicked, I feel my Wield take the helm, fully consuming my mind to drill into his.
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"MILLIE!!"
The smell of charred flesh and blood fills my nostrils as I collapse onto the wet dirt. My head snaps in the direction of Max's scream, and I watch as he sprints towards Millicent. He looses out a bolt of lightning straight into the heart of her assailant, frying him where he stands.
To my left, I see a Naturist, Wielding a tangled and twisted web of vines behind them. "MAX! MOVE!" I shout, but it's no use; no sound comes out of my mouth. Staring in horror, I brace for the Naturist's magic to snare them when motion comes in from the right. In a flash, the Naturist is blinked from existence, the two of them none the wiser as Orem Wields — giving Millie enough time to shield them.
Orem fights off a brutally large soldier, blinking in and out each time the man swings his sword.
My heart seizes with every arc of his blade, each cut through the air getting closer than the next. Orem's blinks through time slow, exhaustion sweeping over him quickly. That was the problem with Oblivionaries, their Wield used up so much of their energy that they burn out quicker than most if they aren't careful.
He cries out, clutching his bicep as red blood blooms between his fingers. The ruffian he fights, smiling wickedly at his success in nicking his opponent. Max stirs into a rage at the scene, his magic sparking around him.
"Max, be careful of the Shield!" Millie tries to warn, but he doesn't listen.
"WE NEED TO COVER OREM!"
