by Sicon112 on Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:53 pm
The figure sat leaning against the doorway for some time; he didn't know how long. However, with a jerk, his head snapped up, his shadow covered eyes scanning the horizon. There was death on the wind. Apparently, his enemy was inviting him in.
"Don't mind if I do!" With a smirk floating on the edge of disturbing, he kicked off the wall behind him, and for a moment his cloak shifted and the hilt of a sword was visible where it was strapped across his back. Then he began to glide through the grass around him with a soundless gait that was somehow wrong in its impossible smoothness, the only noise the swishing of his cape harmonizing with the grass in the breeze.
It only took a few minutes till he crested a hill and looked into a small depression filled with what seemed to be bone, which extended up and out of view over the opposite crest. In the center, roughly thirty meters away from him with his back turned, was a horrendously mauled creature that was somehow still standing. Something about the air felt off, but Sicon payed it no mind as he advanced closer, remaining totally silent. First, it was time to wake up his new friend...
The trail of impossible blackness darted across the ground from Sicon's feet like a lightning bolt, leaving a gaping hole in the bone it crossed over, revealing the clay layer of the soil beneath. The bolt of barely contained energy reached the target zone in the next second, its unnatural color, or lack thereof, caused by the fact that the mind holding it together until just the right moment was not even letting one bit of energy escape from his grasp, not even electromagnetic waves.
As it reached the target zone, the blackness tore away, and for an instant frozen in time, a brilliant white light flashed out, and then the roar of the explosion filled the air as fire shot up the side of the depression, the tendrils of flame brushing against Sicon's form, seeming to be pulled inwards by an invisible force.
Sicon began to laugh in the face of his destruction. This was his element! "Wake up!" The smile that split his face now was truly psychotic as he looked down into the flames. "It's time to play!"
Normal people are the easiest to manipulate. Too smart and they have an annoying tendency to catch wind of your plans, too dumb and, in the words of a certain pirate, "You can never tell when they are about to do something incredibly...stupid."