Thread: Wielding  (Raziel99 and Oreo)

How had he managed to stay on the top of her car? The thought was silly and secondary to his response. He was obviously a wielder. Though, El wasn't speaking about the man's symbiont, it was clear they were both intact. He was the first she had met in the six months since El had entered her. Alacrity's attention turned to the possessors at the same time the interloper set off after the first of them. Not about to let him poach on her prizes she followed suit. While he engaged one Alacrity set her sights on the second, a woman who charged with a furious rage. Her skin was a soft red color, and light swirls of gold seemed to shimmer across it as she ran. Her hair stuck up in a mass of curls and spikes, and a long tail extended from her rump. Her visage was almost childlike and even her dark red nearly black eyes seemed innocent in their appraising glare. One of her hands held a slim dagger and the other a long whip studded with thorns. The whip itself seemed to grow from her hand. Alacrity's bluish-white skin burned with the cold that was emanating from her. Keening began deep in her throat, a shrill guttural note that reflected her desire to engage the enemy. Eyes ablaze with the urge for killing, held a look both wild and unfettered. Her emotions held loose, were ready to let El have full reign. Turning back to the man, Think you can take care of that one yourself? But he had already slammed the beast into a wall. Caught up for just a moment, watching his form, the grace and precision of his movements, seemed to instill an new kind of hunger in her. Ignoring the primal urge rising in her, she forced her attention back to her own fight. The possessor's moves were fluid, but she was completely submissive to El's lead. Flowing around the thorny whip like action, she studied it's behavior. Alacrity stepped in close enough for the creature to strike, and just as swiftly danced out of her reach. Over and over the monotony continued, but the woman was predictable. Alacrity timed her next response to perfection. She made as if to dart away again, but instead she lunged forward grabbing hold of the thorny whip. Chilling ice shards flowed from her hands, running up the whip in a freezing spray before Alacrity severed it with her blade. Then lunging away as the beast shrieked in agony, she dropped the whip, leaving it to writhe on the ground. As Alacrity raced forward to strike the final blow, the beast began a mighty lunge over top of her. Alacrity couldn't have planned it better. Her back arched as she stopped her forward momentum. With El in charge of her reflexes her arms flew up at the same instant the beast was above her. While she was able to spray the possessor's torso with myriad shards of ice, she was not fast enough to evade the knife thrust at her. It pierced her shoulder. Alacrity cried out with the pain as it stuck the bones. Reaching with her right hand she yanked out the offending weapon. The wound sealed over with an icy hiss, but the pain had not abated. The light shimmered off her slick blue skin as she spun around to watch her opponent. But, her shards had met their mark, the creature was dying. Alacrity looked away it to gauge the condition of the other wielder while stabbing the blade into the creatures chest. It wasn't blood that poured forth, but pure magic essence flowed into her body creating an erotic surge of power. All was forgotten as El pressed tighter to her mind. Small spurs formed on the back of Alacrity's forearms all the way to her elbows. Scaly ridges appeared across her cheek bones, a deep pearled blue hue that looked almost glacial. Her head tilted back as a wail left her throat. The bliss was almost too much to endure. Her face was in thrall as the flash surged through her frame a frigid icy cold permeating the air around her. As her senses returned she scanned for the third weaker man, but could detect nothing...as if he had just disappeared. Something about him however made El nervous, We need to leave, now. I sense a trap. She looked to the other wielder. You never really answered...Are you for or against the merging of worlds? It would be a shame to have to kill him.