Kelski had for a moment there regretted her outing with Alexander when he’d turned on her, his emotions an on-off switch of chaos. But, she cast that aside when he swung into action as they BOTH were threatened. She absolutely appreciated fighting beside him. She didn’t see the hesitation, the fantasy in his mind of his hero self and his real self. She just saw a young jaguar do what was necessary to survive. And he was magnificent in his fighting.
Kelski knew she was having a bad day when she took the arrow, and she truthfully thought she’d have a collar around her neck faster than she could draw a breath when the man broke her collar bone. But two down, and the fact that Alexander took his down too gave her momentary thought that they’d have a fighting chance.
Sunberth was unpredictable. No matter how good you were with weapons, numbers and circumstances and sometimes even Ovek’s luck could throw a battle and take down even a confident warrior. Kelski hadn’t enjoyed bad luck for quite a while and she truthfully thought it was her time. She thought it was Alexander’s time as well. But he battled out of it, avoiding being collared.
She was down though… down and hurting. The pain was almost blinding. But when Alexander loomed over her, protectively, his muzzle nudging her, another burst of energy filled her. She wasn’t going to go down and let this young Kelvic go with her.
Gritting her teeth in a rebellious snarl, Kelski flung out her hand even as she tapped her well of djed deep inside herself. Her good arm was flung out and from the palm of her hand a glittering purple and blue flare of power in the form of Res burst forth and transformed to Air. It was one coil, one loop of power she had to manipulate, which she could do easily even wounded. It dove down, gathering a force of sand with it, and wrapped around the man who stood bearing down on them.
In an instant he was encased in a whirling vortex of wind driven sand. The man-sized tornado fed itself with sand the man stood on and scoured the man’s flesh and clothing, using an incredible force to abrade his flesh from his bone. His skin started to peel away, and his clothing started to shred as Kelski channeled all her pain and fear into the djed she fed into the whirlwind.
The man screamed, grabbed for his eyes though he was blind already, and tried to run. Kelski only held the fury for mere chimes… a breath, another, and then the rage bled out of her sapped by the pain and shock that was starting to encroach. As her wind died and the man fell to his knees screaming, Kelski turned and met Alexander’s gaze.
“Kill him… no witnesses to magic in Sunberth… please… gods… kill him.” She collapsed forward, catching herself on her good hand, but only momentarily. Dragging in a deep breath, Kelski tried to rise. It took her a moment to do so, her whole left side hanging awkwardly without the support of an intact shoulder. But eventually she made it to her feet. It was obvious though there was not much fight left in her.
It was up to Alexander. The man was shredded, but he was still very much alive. Living men survived to tell tales. Dead men never spoke… at least if they remained dead.
In that moment she put all her faith and trust in the other younger Kelvic. Like her, he was a predator, and like her…. she hoped he tolerated no one trying to steal his freedom.
All Kelski wanted to do was get home to Ebon… to see if he could fix her or at least set her shoulder. She wanted to retrieve her knives from the bodies. She wanted to get the meat home. But instead, as the shock washed over her, she stood there dumbly trying to decide which of her needs she had to get met first. And dutifully, while Alexander was doing whatever he was going to do next, Kelski would start recollecting her weapons.
Kelski knew she was having a bad day when she took the arrow, and she truthfully thought she’d have a collar around her neck faster than she could draw a breath when the man broke her collar bone. But two down, and the fact that Alexander took his down too gave her momentary thought that they’d have a fighting chance.
Sunberth was unpredictable. No matter how good you were with weapons, numbers and circumstances and sometimes even Ovek’s luck could throw a battle and take down even a confident warrior. Kelski hadn’t enjoyed bad luck for quite a while and she truthfully thought it was her time. She thought it was Alexander’s time as well. But he battled out of it, avoiding being collared.
She was down though… down and hurting. The pain was almost blinding. But when Alexander loomed over her, protectively, his muzzle nudging her, another burst of energy filled her. She wasn’t going to go down and let this young Kelvic go with her.
Gritting her teeth in a rebellious snarl, Kelski flung out her hand even as she tapped her well of djed deep inside herself. Her good arm was flung out and from the palm of her hand a glittering purple and blue flare of power in the form of Res burst forth and transformed to Air. It was one coil, one loop of power she had to manipulate, which she could do easily even wounded. It dove down, gathering a force of sand with it, and wrapped around the man who stood bearing down on them.
In an instant he was encased in a whirling vortex of wind driven sand. The man-sized tornado fed itself with sand the man stood on and scoured the man’s flesh and clothing, using an incredible force to abrade his flesh from his bone. His skin started to peel away, and his clothing started to shred as Kelski channeled all her pain and fear into the djed she fed into the whirlwind.
The man screamed, grabbed for his eyes though he was blind already, and tried to run. Kelski only held the fury for mere chimes… a breath, another, and then the rage bled out of her sapped by the pain and shock that was starting to encroach. As her wind died and the man fell to his knees screaming, Kelski turned and met Alexander’s gaze.
“Kill him… no witnesses to magic in Sunberth… please… gods… kill him.” She collapsed forward, catching herself on her good hand, but only momentarily. Dragging in a deep breath, Kelski tried to rise. It took her a moment to do so, her whole left side hanging awkwardly without the support of an intact shoulder. But eventually she made it to her feet. It was obvious though there was not much fight left in her.
It was up to Alexander. The man was shredded, but he was still very much alive. Living men survived to tell tales. Dead men never spoke… at least if they remained dead.
In that moment she put all her faith and trust in the other younger Kelvic. Like her, he was a predator, and like her…. she hoped he tolerated no one trying to steal his freedom.
All Kelski wanted to do was get home to Ebon… to see if he could fix her or at least set her shoulder. She wanted to retrieve her knives from the bodies. She wanted to get the meat home. But instead, as the shock washed over her, she stood there dumbly trying to decide which of her needs she had to get met first. And dutifully, while Alexander was doing whatever he was going to do next, Kelski would start recollecting her weapons.