Post by Ian Roland on Jan 23, 2017 0:13:33 GMT -5
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Ian was losing it. Every word that slipped from Julian's mouth was like a sour note that caused him to wreak with anger. He had refused to allow anything to show though. He remained emotionless. Now was not the time, nor the place. Looking towards Rowan, who Julian clearly directed his speech towards because he knew that she was in charge opposed to him. It was a way to take the power of Ian's words, and throw them away. This was what those with large egos did. Ian had met egos far larger than Julian's though.
Amara had then sent Claire flying. He didn't want her dead, but he assumed that this would serve as punishment for what she had done. For leaving him right after their engagement. The flamed beast chased and chased, and somehow, though he wasn't sure how, Claire had broken through the spell that the witch, Ophelia, had cast. Her lock-in spell had pretty, or at least he had thought, locked them in. Apparently, Claire had adapted around even Ophelia's spell. Impressive, but strange none-the-less. Something that he had never seen in an adapter.
A few seconds later, everything was crashing down on them, Ian jumped back, backing away from all of the glass raining down on them. The boy he had almost forgotten about had jumped in, muttered all of these words and for once, Ian was losing his concentration. It was almost as if he were multiple people talking. He was so in control, but powerful one second, then the next, he was a cautious, and almost afraid. Then it had hit him. The change in his eyes. When they were scarlet colored, he had this other personality. Calm, poised, but, similarly to what he had seen in Reast and Rion, that power turned him into something else.
When Nyx and Ape appeared, Ian's eyes narrowed. If the reaper was under Amara's control, whose side were these two on? Then Nyx attacked Julian and Ian could no longer hide all emotion. Now, he smiled. He had gotten his just desert. A stab in the shoulder with the First Blade. Nyx's prize possession. The one blade that could kill anything and everything. Would Julian die though? Was the stab deep enough? He wasn't sure. Only time was going to tell.
The situation had turned. Into whose favor, Ian still wasn't sure. Amara had planned, and most likely, planned for everything that had happened. Somehow, this child had planned for all of this, and they were all just pieces of her puzzle. Ian's hand slide into his pocket, pulling out his pen, pulling the cap off and letting it change into a sword. It rang as Ian tapped it on the ground, and he stood by Rowan's side, ready to strike. He knew the one up that Amara had on Rowan. She knew her past, and she knew all of her strengths and weaknesses. So, he knew he would have to distract her, "The barriers. Taking them down....it..it causes..no, it leaves room to make the strong and only those who can protect themselves the strong ones. That isn't all though. It makes things much easier to reconstruct a new world. A new world, means a fresh start. Which, in turn would mean that we would no longer have only the light and dark to keep in balance, no longer have taint and corruption. There could, and in your eyes, should, be much more to keep our world in balance." Ian was hoping that this explanation would keep her occupied, keep her attention fixed on him opposed to everyone else. Rowan would have her physical battle with Amara, he knew that, but right now, the way to beat Amara, was through a mental battle, and Ian knew that he could win.
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Ian was losing it. Every word that slipped from Julian's mouth was like a sour note that caused him to wreak with anger. He had refused to allow anything to show though. He remained emotionless. Now was not the time, nor the place. Looking towards Rowan, who Julian clearly directed his speech towards because he knew that she was in charge opposed to him. It was a way to take the power of Ian's words, and throw them away. This was what those with large egos did. Ian had met egos far larger than Julian's though.
Amara had then sent Claire flying. He didn't want her dead, but he assumed that this would serve as punishment for what she had done. For leaving him right after their engagement. The flamed beast chased and chased, and somehow, though he wasn't sure how, Claire had broken through the spell that the witch, Ophelia, had cast. Her lock-in spell had pretty, or at least he had thought, locked them in. Apparently, Claire had adapted around even Ophelia's spell. Impressive, but strange none-the-less. Something that he had never seen in an adapter.
A few seconds later, everything was crashing down on them, Ian jumped back, backing away from all of the glass raining down on them. The boy he had almost forgotten about had jumped in, muttered all of these words and for once, Ian was losing his concentration. It was almost as if he were multiple people talking. He was so in control, but powerful one second, then the next, he was a cautious, and almost afraid. Then it had hit him. The change in his eyes. When they were scarlet colored, he had this other personality. Calm, poised, but, similarly to what he had seen in Reast and Rion, that power turned him into something else.
When Nyx and Ape appeared, Ian's eyes narrowed. If the reaper was under Amara's control, whose side were these two on? Then Nyx attacked Julian and Ian could no longer hide all emotion. Now, he smiled. He had gotten his just desert. A stab in the shoulder with the First Blade. Nyx's prize possession. The one blade that could kill anything and everything. Would Julian die though? Was the stab deep enough? He wasn't sure. Only time was going to tell.
The situation had turned. Into whose favor, Ian still wasn't sure. Amara had planned, and most likely, planned for everything that had happened. Somehow, this child had planned for all of this, and they were all just pieces of her puzzle. Ian's hand slide into his pocket, pulling out his pen, pulling the cap off and letting it change into a sword. It rang as Ian tapped it on the ground, and he stood by Rowan's side, ready to strike. He knew the one up that Amara had on Rowan. She knew her past, and she knew all of her strengths and weaknesses. So, he knew he would have to distract her, "The barriers. Taking them down....it..it causes..no, it leaves room to make the strong and only those who can protect themselves the strong ones. That isn't all though. It makes things much easier to reconstruct a new world. A new world, means a fresh start. Which, in turn would mean that we would no longer have only the light and dark to keep in balance, no longer have taint and corruption. There could, and in your eyes, should, be much more to keep our world in balance." Ian was hoping that this explanation would keep her occupied, keep her attention fixed on him opposed to everyone else. Rowan would have her physical battle with Amara, he knew that, but right now, the way to beat Amara, was through a mental battle, and Ian knew that he could win.
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