Thread: Welcome to Accel(Max and I)

Fuck! Alexander cursed loudly as he singed a hole in her skirt. Firstly, Abigail would never let him hear the end of it, and he was already preparing for the constant nag that she would become today. And for the end of days, no doubt. But what annoyed him more was the fact that this rather primitive, basic, simple-minded thing actually ran away! It ran away ! Evaded him completely and made its way to her chest. Stranger still was that the rest of its mass soon joined its brethren, almost giving Abigail a mossy leotard kind of look. Stand still, damn it! It was safe to say that patience was not one of his virtues. Abigail should have been thankful that Hannabelle decided to go in instead, though it seemed she was more of a nuisance to the woman they were trying to help. Stuck watching, he just watched as Abigail shouted out while Hannabelle laughed loudly herself, seeing them try and fumble with the demonic moss. Shut up, you'll wake up a bear or something, loud mouth. He snapped at Abigail, trying to think. Maybe if I- Though, he suddenly caught eye on Hannabelle missing her intended target. He could see her nimble fingers sink into the cloth covered flesh of Abigal's chest, squeezing into he breast a little. His immediate reaction was to cover his nose as he felt a light stream of blood leave him. Secondly, Hannabelle's second miss hit her other breast. And finally, what really made his nose bleed profusely was when she suddenly palmed Abigail's chest well, he felt bad since it seemed rather painful, like him getting kicked in the testicles. O-Oh crap... In any other situation, and perhaps with a gentler touch, this might be considered hot. Then again, he quickly saw their intended path, looking wide-eyed. Yeah, it is worse now! We have to get it off, now! The Berserker slipped in front of Hannabelle and bit his lip. C'mon, think, think...! He looked over to Hannabelle, but something told him that she wouldn't have any idea either. With a shaky sigh,he looked back at the moss, festering along her throat, mouth, and soon coming to a stop just over the bridge of her nose. She had no airway. She would suffocate, maybe even quicker if she started to panic and stress out further. 'Damn, I know I don't like her, but I don't want her dead!' Alexander thought briefly before searching his brain for something that could. Brute strength? No. Fire? Yeah, that sure helped. His drake form? Ugh, no! He hated to say it, but he wished he had Abigial's smarts right now. Knowing her, she'd probably have some way to repel them from the beginning... repel... that's it! Repel, a basic level spell as well. To particular weaker monsters, probably like this one, an invisible force would push back any entity lacking the proper willpower to hold off against said force. In fact, he remembered the instructor mentioning this a good spell for pesky critters. If trained and honed properly, it could work as a disorienting wave against stronger demons. On the flip side, a human could be affected as well, but Abigail probably wouldn't be. Okay, okay! I got something else! With a deep sigh, he looked at the living moss. Alexander focused a concentrated amount of energy into his palm once more. It had no distinct visual image, other than bits of wind curving around what looked to be roughly a sphere. The Repel sphere seemed no larger than a tennis ball, but the air around it seemed to be moving swiftly. Repel! Alexander called out, casting forth the force towards the moss, firmly looking at his target. The wind would caress Abigail's skin and blow through the strands of her hair, but to the moss, it would be almost like a violent whirlwind that demanded it release it's hold upon the mage. The young man could only hope this would work. He definitely didn't have anything else up his sleeves...