Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 25, 2009 6:38:12 GMT -5
A bolt of lightning came from the sky and ripped clean in two a nearby tree. A storm brewed over Firefox at night, releasing loud pangs of thunder as lightning began to strike at the dueling field. The trees were now ablaze, and the whole field soon erupted after it as the entire area was engulfed in an inferno. Wind whipped across the ground and only made the flames rise higher and higher and the destruction to rage on and on.
"Make it rain..." Talon Windwaltz said in a strained whisper, taking in deep breaths and clearly concentrating on something. The holocaust raged around him but he clearly had no mind for the raging inferno or the terrible winds or even the great storm roaring above. His own safety, or the safety of his instutition, seemed to mean nothing to him as everything around him crumbled beneath the sheer power of the elements. The only thing that seemed to matter to him in that moment, was the thing which he seemed to be begging for as if his life depended on it.
"Make...it...rain! Torrentialis Maximas! Sub Aquam! Anything!" The Headmaster cried out desperately, focusing all of his energies before finally yelling, "Stop!" And it stopped. The storm passed as quickly as it came, the flames died to a halt, and the winds deadened down to stale, stagnant air. But there had never been any rain, and no 'after storm' smell filled the air. The only thing that remained was the smell of soot and ash. Not even smoke remained.
Talon walked over to a small bucket that was lying on the ground and poured the liquid inside all over his head. He grabbed a towel next to him and wiped the combination sweat and water from his face and neck. He lifted up his finger, looking seriously at a drop of water. "I'm rusty." That was all he said before shaking his hand and taking a seat before going at it again.
"Make it rain..." Talon Windwaltz said in a strained whisper, taking in deep breaths and clearly concentrating on something. The holocaust raged around him but he clearly had no mind for the raging inferno or the terrible winds or even the great storm roaring above. His own safety, or the safety of his instutition, seemed to mean nothing to him as everything around him crumbled beneath the sheer power of the elements. The only thing that seemed to matter to him in that moment, was the thing which he seemed to be begging for as if his life depended on it.
"Make...it...rain! Torrentialis Maximas! Sub Aquam! Anything!" The Headmaster cried out desperately, focusing all of his energies before finally yelling, "Stop!" And it stopped. The storm passed as quickly as it came, the flames died to a halt, and the winds deadened down to stale, stagnant air. But there had never been any rain, and no 'after storm' smell filled the air. The only thing that remained was the smell of soot and ash. Not even smoke remained.
Talon walked over to a small bucket that was lying on the ground and poured the liquid inside all over his head. He grabbed a towel next to him and wiped the combination sweat and water from his face and neck. He lifted up his finger, looking seriously at a drop of water. "I'm rusty." That was all he said before shaking his hand and taking a seat before going at it again.