Thread: Demonic possession   Heart Summers&Flassche

Blake nodded as he memorized her signal, a right hand thrown to the side. The boy head to give her credit, her sign could easily be turn into a fist directed at someones face. The young man placed two arrows in front of him, he stuck them in the ground and began to count. His body began to shiver as he felt an icy cold envelope himself. He was using an ancient crude form of magic, it would channel a certain element from someones own body and direct it. It could be immensely powerful but had a lot of drawbacks, one being the caster would suffer one fourth of the same damage. He began to direct the cold into the arrow as he felt his fingers beginning to tingle, soon they would be num. He remembered the leader, he thought he had a strong suit of armor. Lightweight chainmail, but tightly woven. He had to make sure, he began to direct more and more of his power inside the arrow tips as he began to lose feeling in his toes and fingers. He noticed his ring fingers already turning into a deep blue. His eyes shone brightly as he depleted almost all of his magic. Almost Almost He said as he breath began to ice up. He noticed his companion clear the tree lines. He stared at the arrow tips as he picked up one of them and placed it between his teeth. The cold emanating from it chilled his teeth, causing them to clatter. He knocked the other one on his bow as he half drew the arrow. He began to mumble a blood right. It was a sacrificial spell, one that would increase ones perception and cause a massive shot of adrenaline, the drawback would be internal bleeding as the heart would have to speed up beyond his maximum capacity. He noticed his companion be surrounded by the scouts as they thought she was a helpless woman. Soldiers would mostly be no better than bandits, usually only better armed and organized. Thinking she would provide a few warm and pleasurable moments, most of them dismounted. If the others would try to run they would be slowed down by the body of horses and men. Only the captain of the guard and a lookout a few meters away from the party where still mounted. Then he noticed it as her arm shot out to the side. He heard her yell something about ripping a spine before his ears heard nothing but the beat of his heart. Time seemed to stay still as he found himself looking almost like an eagle, he noticed the insignias on the captains amour, the freckles on his nose. Blake actually thought he was standing right in front of him. Lesser mages would be tempted to stare, but Blake still had his wits. He drew back the bowstring and released the arrow. Before it had even moved a few feet, the second one was already knocked and directed at the lone scout. He wanted to see if it had hit its mark when he felt it coming. Time resumed its normal pace as Blake fell backwards, blood flying out of his mouth as he coughed. His ears where bleeding and his vision in his left eye was completely red. He knew that he would be in pain for a long time, he wanted to see.. he wanted to hear. He needed to witness the first man killed by his doing. The group of soldiers dismounted when the girl began to speak, a bit startled by her tone as she used words a whore on the streets would even be ashamed about. Then suddenly an arrow hit the captain in his shoulder, and a second arrow hitting the scout in his right eye. The captain wanted to scream out but could not, his whole body began to ice up. His face turned blue as his lungs froze up. Chocking to death he felt the sharp pain in his right shoulder as his entire arm began to break off. It fell to the ground and shattered. All the men present watched the two men crumble into nothingness Then it began The red mist that would mark their death.