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The great rumble that emitted from the duelling Sorcerer's was immense. The walls of the cave-tunnel shook and spat rocks from it's foundations, struggling to cope with the heat birthed from their battle.
Sparhawk was stilling coming to terms with the fantastic pool of power that had been surged within him. He felt every ember of the flame he avenged upon Rundle, every spark flowed from inside of him, an almost primal urge to destroy what faced him loomed above. But unlike the other times he'd given in to power, he didn't feel like a puppet to a master. He felt in full control of what he did, as if given a tool he never knew he had, a power he never knew he could utilise.
He could see Rundal beginning to utilise more souls that he'd reaped from the Dwarves, the overwhelming power of Imamu truly was impressive. However, Sparhawk was well aware that to face a being such as Rundal, it took no small feat of power. But more than that, he knew he would have stood no chance if it weren't for the deal he'd struck with Imamu all those months ago. Sparhawk would have many opponents to face during his life, and if he were to survive those ordeals, he could not rely on being saved by someone. Not again.
However, as their battle raged on, another source of magic became sensible in the tunnel, emitting from Sparhawk's current companion, James. Quickly, it amplified tenfold and tenfold again, the small etchings on the surface of the scroll he had grew, and from it's surface - as quickly as Sparhawk had noticed it - Pillars of Ice and water burst forth from it, filling the tunnel and rattling it's rafters. Their battle was inadvertadly interrupted as both Rundal and Sparhawk were sent flying back from the explosion, Sparhawk hitting the ceiling of the tunnel, expecting to fall hard on the cold (but now wet) cave surface, but was luckily cushioned by the water that momentarily filled the tunnel
His eyes blurred from the Trauma he'd received to his head, the water level quickly levelling, James flowing - somewhat purposely into an adjacent tunnel, avoiding the conflict. Smart man.
As his vision focused, the vision of Rundal became sharp, also recovering from the sudden blow they'd received from the Scroll James had been keeping, likely for the very same situation he'd found himself in.
Sparhawk had to think fast before Rundal got a chance to use more of the souls he'd acquired. It wouldn't be wise to face him head on, as if he used all of his souls, he could potentially wipe out Sparhawk for good, becoming a blood splatter on the cave wall. Now he thought of it, the walls of the cave must have been compromised from their battle and subsequent flood.
His attention was drawn to the ceiling above Rundal; if he could bring it down, it could mean he could deilver a fatal blow, without expending too much of his energy. Without much time to think, he focused as much of his energy as he could into his hands, not unlike the first time he'd unleashed his new found powers. In contrast however, he did not let the ball expand into a plume of flame, instead, he threw the contained ball of pure fire as hard as he could, aiming for the tunnel ceiling above where Rundal was standing. Hopefully, if he had thought correctly, the ball would explode on impact, crushing Rundal in a rain of boulders and rocks.
Hopefully.
| Jame Hawthorne |
Sparhawk was stilling coming to terms with the fantastic pool of power that had been surged within him. He felt every ember of the flame he avenged upon Rundle, every spark flowed from inside of him, an almost primal urge to destroy what faced him loomed above. But unlike the other times he'd given in to power, he didn't feel like a puppet to a master. He felt in full control of what he did, as if given a tool he never knew he had, a power he never knew he could utilise.
He could see Rundal beginning to utilise more souls that he'd reaped from the Dwarves, the overwhelming power of Imamu truly was impressive. However, Sparhawk was well aware that to face a being such as Rundal, it took no small feat of power. But more than that, he knew he would have stood no chance if it weren't for the deal he'd struck with Imamu all those months ago. Sparhawk would have many opponents to face during his life, and if he were to survive those ordeals, he could not rely on being saved by someone. Not again.
However, as their battle raged on, another source of magic became sensible in the tunnel, emitting from Sparhawk's current companion, James. Quickly, it amplified tenfold and tenfold again, the small etchings on the surface of the scroll he had grew, and from it's surface - as quickly as Sparhawk had noticed it - Pillars of Ice and water burst forth from it, filling the tunnel and rattling it's rafters. Their battle was inadvertadly interrupted as both Rundal and Sparhawk were sent flying back from the explosion, Sparhawk hitting the ceiling of the tunnel, expecting to fall hard on the cold (but now wet) cave surface, but was luckily cushioned by the water that momentarily filled the tunnel
His eyes blurred from the Trauma he'd received to his head, the water level quickly levelling, James flowing - somewhat purposely into an adjacent tunnel, avoiding the conflict. Smart man.
As his vision focused, the vision of Rundal became sharp, also recovering from the sudden blow they'd received from the Scroll James had been keeping, likely for the very same situation he'd found himself in.
Sparhawk had to think fast before Rundal got a chance to use more of the souls he'd acquired. It wouldn't be wise to face him head on, as if he used all of his souls, he could potentially wipe out Sparhawk for good, becoming a blood splatter on the cave wall. Now he thought of it, the walls of the cave must have been compromised from their battle and subsequent flood.
His attention was drawn to the ceiling above Rundal; if he could bring it down, it could mean he could deilver a fatal blow, without expending too much of his energy. Without much time to think, he focused as much of his energy as he could into his hands, not unlike the first time he'd unleashed his new found powers. In contrast however, he did not let the ball expand into a plume of flame, instead, he threw the contained ball of pure fire as hard as he could, aiming for the tunnel ceiling above where Rundal was standing. Hopefully, if he had thought correctly, the ball would explode on impact, crushing Rundal in a rain of boulders and rocks.
Hopefully.
| Jame Hawthorne |