TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Revan perched on a rocky outcropping overlooking the mountain pass that the army of demons was currently moving through. Glumisun crouched beside him, as he was supposed to be helping her get to a spot where they could watch for missiles, or other types of bombardment while the army was in transit, and then to join the others. Although Glumisun wouldn’t admit it, she was possibly the most talented and powerful of the magicians, but they needed her on the ground to lead instead of elsewhere when battle was joined. Besides, although Revan hated her being in danger, there was a good chance he could protect her.
Glumisun sighed as her eyes remained on the horizon. The sun was setting on their first day of moving, and the fliers had already scouted out a spot that they would stop and try to draw the human army out. Glumisun was muttering something about electrical elements, how they could be used, and a lot of arcane things that Revan didn’t understand. He had meant for Glumisun to teach him, but they never got around to it.
Glumisun was sitting, her legs crossed, as she looked into the sky. The sunset was beautiful, sure, but Revan swore the red-haired demon looking at it was the most beautiful thing he would ever see.
Suddenly, a harsh, gritty sound came from somewhere around Revan. Glumisun heard it, too, because she brandished chaos’ song and looked up at the sky with a hard expression on her face. They both knew that sound. It was the sound of a human weapon.
Several, if Revan’s ears didn’t deceive him.
Quickly, Revan grabbed Glumisun and dove with her into the valley, spreading his wings at the last moment to speed over quickly to where the most experienced magicians had gathered to ward the group. The magical alarms had already been sounded, and the magicians knew it. Some were already chanting, casting spells, and Revan dropped Glumisun off to do her - quite literal - magic.
Revan flew up into the air to catch a bird’s-eye view of what was happening below. He saw Avaddon in a wide stance, muscles straining, and Revan wondered for a second what he could be doing. Then he saw it.
All around the mountain valley, humongous walls of Ice were slowly forming. Slowly, they formed into a sort of dome. It was far from complete, Avaddon would take a good few minutes to accomplish such a feat, but it didn’t take too long for Revan to recognize why. He had been so preoccupied with getting Glumisun to the magicians, he didn’t recognize that the missiles - which were now visible - were slowing down.
Damn.
Somehow, the humans knew that the magical shields were only designed to protect against fast-moving targets, but these missiles had what seemed to be an exhaust or something in the front - allowing them to slow their speed, and maybe even get past their shields. Revan scowled. Avaddon wouldn’t be able to get the dome up in time.
Revan, experimentally, reared back his hands, then slapped them together, leaving a pointer finger on each hand out towards the missile. Immediately, with the sound of rolling thunder, a bolt of black lightning flashed toward the missile. To Revan’s misfortune, it deflected right off of whatever the hull of the missile was made out of.
They thought of that, too.
Revan crouched on the ground, his wings pointing straight up, and brought them down with a force stronger than what seven mortals could ever hope to produce.
He had to stop the missile.
As Revan rocketed up toward the missile bearing down - still quite quickly - upon the demon army, he thought of a plan. He needed to delay the bomb, give Avaddon just enough time to erect the rest of his ice dome. Thankfully, it seemed like a couple with ice powers were also helping to erect the dome, augmenting Avaddon’s progress, but not by much.
As Revan sped past the missile, he stabbed it with one of his roped knives. Thankfully, these weapons were virtually indestructible, and would drag Revan along with the missile quite satisfactorily, so Revan could do what he planned to do. He threw his other knife and the supernaturally sharp point lodged itself in the other side, as Revan was now directly behind the missile’s original thruster. Thankfully, it was turned off, as the momentum it had now was enough. The humans probably calculated that perfectly.
Revan readied himself, and, since he could hurt nobody this far up in the sky, let the Storm loose. It began to swirl around him. He needed all the power he could get.
Revan spread his wings.
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THOOM.
Arar looked up at the spectacle unfolding before him as gods on earth tried to defend their camp.
It looked like the raven had attached himself to the missile and was slowing it down with his godlike wings. It was truly an awesome sight; the Storm’s black winds swirling around him in an airborne hurricane. The setting sun streamed through his and the missile’s forms, giving them an otherworldly quality.
There wasn’t much Arar could do but watch. He had no magical powers. He had no wings. All he could do was watch.
THOOM.
And watch he did, and remember. This would be a story to tell for a millenia or two.
THOOM.
The missile actually lifted up a little this time.
And as the ice dome closed, Arar was in awe; he now believed that with these people on their side, they could do anything. They could win. They could survive.
And maybe they could.
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As Revan saw the dome close, he sighed in relief. He was caught up in the storm, but still didn’t lose sight of his objective. He had no assurance that the ice dome was enough to protect against the missile, so Revan dropped it, moving his arms in a way to remove the knives from where they were lodged.
Revan then, with the sound of thunder, slapped his hands together, feeling the Storm respond to his movement. He then extended both of his index fingers and thrust them forward, as he felt electricity surge through him and toward the rear exhaust of the missile. Hopefully there was still some fuel in there.
Black bolts of lightning shot from Revan’s hands and all around the airborne storm towards that pinpointed target.
The Missile exploded, only doing minimal damage to the ice dome, Revan being too far from the explosion to feel much but the heat.
As the Storm dissipated, Revan started falling toward the ground. The Storm had been too much for him. The strain on his body was too much.
And then he fell asleep.
Glumisun sighed as her eyes remained on the horizon. The sun was setting on their first day of moving, and the fliers had already scouted out a spot that they would stop and try to draw the human army out. Glumisun was muttering something about electrical elements, how they could be used, and a lot of arcane things that Revan didn’t understand. He had meant for Glumisun to teach him, but they never got around to it.
Glumisun was sitting, her legs crossed, as she looked into the sky. The sunset was beautiful, sure, but Revan swore the red-haired demon looking at it was the most beautiful thing he would ever see.
Suddenly, a harsh, gritty sound came from somewhere around Revan. Glumisun heard it, too, because she brandished chaos’ song and looked up at the sky with a hard expression on her face. They both knew that sound. It was the sound of a human weapon.
Several, if Revan’s ears didn’t deceive him.
Quickly, Revan grabbed Glumisun and dove with her into the valley, spreading his wings at the last moment to speed over quickly to where the most experienced magicians had gathered to ward the group. The magical alarms had already been sounded, and the magicians knew it. Some were already chanting, casting spells, and Revan dropped Glumisun off to do her - quite literal - magic.
Revan flew up into the air to catch a bird’s-eye view of what was happening below. He saw Avaddon in a wide stance, muscles straining, and Revan wondered for a second what he could be doing. Then he saw it.
All around the mountain valley, humongous walls of Ice were slowly forming. Slowly, they formed into a sort of dome. It was far from complete, Avaddon would take a good few minutes to accomplish such a feat, but it didn’t take too long for Revan to recognize why. He had been so preoccupied with getting Glumisun to the magicians, he didn’t recognize that the missiles - which were now visible - were slowing down.
Damn.
Somehow, the humans knew that the magical shields were only designed to protect against fast-moving targets, but these missiles had what seemed to be an exhaust or something in the front - allowing them to slow their speed, and maybe even get past their shields. Revan scowled. Avaddon wouldn’t be able to get the dome up in time.
Revan, experimentally, reared back his hands, then slapped them together, leaving a pointer finger on each hand out towards the missile. Immediately, with the sound of rolling thunder, a bolt of black lightning flashed toward the missile. To Revan’s misfortune, it deflected right off of whatever the hull of the missile was made out of.
They thought of that, too.
Revan crouched on the ground, his wings pointing straight up, and brought them down with a force stronger than what seven mortals could ever hope to produce.
He had to stop the missile.
As Revan rocketed up toward the missile bearing down - still quite quickly - upon the demon army, he thought of a plan. He needed to delay the bomb, give Avaddon just enough time to erect the rest of his ice dome. Thankfully, it seemed like a couple with ice powers were also helping to erect the dome, augmenting Avaddon’s progress, but not by much.
As Revan sped past the missile, he stabbed it with one of his roped knives. Thankfully, these weapons were virtually indestructible, and would drag Revan along with the missile quite satisfactorily, so Revan could do what he planned to do. He threw his other knife and the supernaturally sharp point lodged itself in the other side, as Revan was now directly behind the missile’s original thruster. Thankfully, it was turned off, as the momentum it had now was enough. The humans probably calculated that perfectly.
Revan readied himself, and, since he could hurt nobody this far up in the sky, let the Storm loose. It began to swirl around him. He needed all the power he could get.
Revan spread his wings.
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THOOM.
Arar looked up at the spectacle unfolding before him as gods on earth tried to defend their camp.
It looked like the raven had attached himself to the missile and was slowing it down with his godlike wings. It was truly an awesome sight; the Storm’s black winds swirling around him in an airborne hurricane. The setting sun streamed through his and the missile’s forms, giving them an otherworldly quality.
There wasn’t much Arar could do but watch. He had no magical powers. He had no wings. All he could do was watch.
THOOM.
And watch he did, and remember. This would be a story to tell for a millenia or two.
THOOM.
The missile actually lifted up a little this time.
And as the ice dome closed, Arar was in awe; he now believed that with these people on their side, they could do anything. They could win. They could survive.
And maybe they could.
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As Revan saw the dome close, he sighed in relief. He was caught up in the storm, but still didn’t lose sight of his objective. He had no assurance that the ice dome was enough to protect against the missile, so Revan dropped it, moving his arms in a way to remove the knives from where they were lodged.
Revan then, with the sound of thunder, slapped his hands together, feeling the Storm respond to his movement. He then extended both of his index fingers and thrust them forward, as he felt electricity surge through him and toward the rear exhaust of the missile. Hopefully there was still some fuel in there.
Black bolts of lightning shot from Revan’s hands and all around the airborne storm towards that pinpointed target.
The Missile exploded, only doing minimal damage to the ice dome, Revan being too far from the explosion to feel much but the heat.
As the Storm dissipated, Revan started falling toward the ground. The Storm had been too much for him. The strain on his body was too much.
And then he fell asleep.