So I decided to take a break from editing Waterfall V 3.1 today and do something random. And I kind of like it. I’ll post it here at the end. It’s only about 500 words and it’s not even remotely finished. But it might have potential.
I’m really annoyed about some things right now, but I don’t want to throw them out here. It’s not the forum for them. But I’m asking a lot of questions. Like what do I really want to be doing?
And what do I need to do to do what I want to do?
(*rereads that line a few more times* Yup. It makes sense.)
But I have come to a very important conclusion:
The sooner I’m made galactic overlord, the better off I’ll be.
Not sure about you though. Haven’t decided that yet.
Venda ducked, narrowly getting her eyebrows singed off by the green fire sprite. Before the sprite managed to spin around and come at her again, she locked her staff into her belt and pressed the trigger. White arcs of electricity trapped the sprite with a screech as the elemental was converted back into energy and funneled into her arc harness. She could feel the head pouring through the carapace on her back just as she sensed the next attack.
She clutched her hand and a shield of hexagon blue shimmered into being. Before she even turned around, three more fire sprites had shattered on her rear perimeter. With a crouch, she eyed the man standing in front of her.
The hulking man had muscles the size of her waist, but she wasn’t watching those. She was watching the eyes.
Always watch the eyes. Hanrah’s voice chattered in her head. Behind the eyes lies the true trigger of combat. The body only carries it out. It is the mind which initiates.
“You’re beginning to annoy me.”
Venda pointed. “Only beginning? I’ve been trying to annoy you since you barged in on me in the showers.”
The man’s white teeth gleamed against his midnight blue skin. “Ah, but what I got to enjoy in that moment has been a wonderful balm against your continued impertinence.”
“It’s the last look you’ll ever get.”
The man chuckled, leaning on his own twin-stave. Red light flickered along it’s edge, matching the same lines of light that coursed through his arc harness.
“You think it would be that bad, hm?” he laughed. His blue eyes were bright under the red hood of his robes.
“To be collared to such a pitiful excuse for a warmage as you?” Venda barked with laughter. “I’d rather dance naked through the Master’s Hall at midday.”
“I’d pay to see that.”
“I’m sure you would, Jax.”
With a burst of fire-speed, he snapped apart his twin-stave, locked them against his own belt and unleashed dual streams of hot-ice at her. But he wasn’t the only one with a fully-charged arc harness.
He’d expected her to dodge left or right, instead she dodged forward, tucking into a roll under the blasts that exploded against the tapestries behind her. He wasn’t ready for the move. Jax tried to adjust his aim, but she was already too close.
With a neat spin on the ground, her leg snapped out and with a bit of fire-agility, went for his legs. He jumped high, sending streams of hot-ice pouring all over the unused classroom. He flung himself backwards in midair, landing on the far door as if gravity had decided to ignore him for the time being.
It only took the slightest adjustment to match his orientation and then she flung herself at him.
Jax wasn’t nearly as quick this time. He didn’t even bother to energize his shield. He just brought up his separated twin-stave and blocked her wild downstroke.
She re-oriented herself to the ceiling, using a burst from her arc-harness. Her feet planted firmly on the wood surface, she energized her own staff. In a heartbeat, it shifted from normal rosewood to a brilliant silver-white, glowing with a blue core of power.
With a grunt of effort, he threw his energy into a tight shield on his right arm while rebinding the twin-stave in his left hand. It was only the proximity that forced him to change directions. And it was the awkwardness of the block that saved him from Venda’s thrust.
Staff crashed against shield in an explosion of rainbows, sending swirling fireworks spinning across the room.
Venda’s smirk grew as she poured fire into the attack. The shield began to crack.