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P. · #5 [ ] 05-25-2008, 05:56 AM

Despite the human’s cushioning capabilities, combined with that of the autumn’s flooring, Timaeus felt the force of the landing reverberating throughout his frame. He imagined the pain that the human had experienced, taking the full force of the ground.

He watched his foe moan in pain. The cries Timaeus enjoyed, but the suffering he could sense was not enough. Mustering his shield, he Demon slammed its blunt surface into Falenor’s stomach. The human moaned again and rolled onto his side, clutching his gut.

“You know I’ll keep going, don’t you?” Timaeus mocked the young man.

Falenor seemed to struggle to answer, but the words were discernible through his clenched teeth. “Yes, I know.”

The Demon howled. The laughter gushed from his mouth, like a stream of his madness. Mastering himself, Timaeus slammed his foot down, aiming for Falenor’s chest. Pangs of pain roiled up his leg. The human had rolled away and now stood at Timaeus’ side.

The harm wrought unto Timaeus was great; only once had he witnessed such might, but this time, its direction was at him. It was as if his foe had unleashed his full force, and it had then been amplified by the city that loomed around him. The attack was electricity, kinetic energy, and heat like the furnaces of hell. The beam was focused, and Timaeus found his person used as a battering ram through the side of several buildings.

His eyes refocused when he was at his flight’s apex; he saw a vision of blocks destroyed by the attack; one hole, the Demon’s path, through several buildings, which were now entirely rent apart by the force of such devastation. His body ached and twitched, which he recognized as the aftermath of the electrical attacks. He quickly staunched the fire that engulfed his robes. A myriad of holes were left in his garb, like crosshairs, attracting attention to his weaknesses.

Timaeus soon found that he was falling from the sky. He managed to avoid another painful collision with the forest floor, and went to find his opponent. The city flew past his vision in a blur of grey and incarnadine. Black holes darted past, the horizontal abysms of streets on all sides. Then, passing one street, he saw the blue cloak, like an electric discharge in his mind.

Timaeus landed and approached on foot, darkness congregating in his fingers. Shadows leaped from his fingers, pouring forth like black blood. He swung Jeika in blood lust and missed. Falenor had stepped to one side, and smacked the Demon’s skull. The pain leapt across his scalp like a web, sticking and encasing the Searcher’s mind. In an instant, the human had punched Timaeus in the chest as he fell. The autumn whelmed him, swarming over his body.

It was if Timaeus he had altogether been abstracted from what he knew to be physical, disappeared into some kind of ether. The ground beneath the leaves seemed to have vanished, allowing him to leap across dimensions. Around him, darkness loomed. He could not tell if it loomed; unlike his magic, it was not anything, just pure void. It expanded inwardly on Timaeus until it was in him. He could taste, smell, hear it, and he could taste, smell, hear nothing. He could feel nothing; the folds of his garment seemed evenly unfamiliar to him as the shadow that encased the actuality about him.

“Human!” he shouted, but he did not hear it. The concept of his speech evaded his mind. He thought, at least that he shouted. “Hello?! Where are you?” He ran forward, swinging wide his arms as if to question extravagantly spectators about him. He looked up, and he could almost sense the world above him, or at least, the portal to it. He tried to fly, but he found that his wings had been spoken from his form, commanded away from him by the deathly observers that he thought he might see. “I know you watch. I know you are hear,” he spat. “Reveal yourself! Reveal unto me sight of you!” Timaeus dived down, scraping his fingers along the ground, although he could not feel it, just that his fingers could claw no further.

That second, he felt uncontrollable perturbation streak through his mind. Uncontrollable tremulousness shattered his thoughts, as if the fear he had wrought on others had finally been redirected unto him.