Fury of the gods is absolute, even the strongest shield in the world stands to perish.
But magic is just an imitation of that absolute prowess. No matter how cryptic the theory is, the origin relies on the manipulation of simple elements around the magicians. For example, alchemy of transmuting lead into gold is possible, by either replacing lead with a known source of gold or by add enough energy to reconfiguring the nuclear cores.
Magic is the science of gods, but not the miracle of the gods.
Even so, for someone who cannot comprehend the magical theory, this force is miraculous, or should I say absolute. And in the hand of that man, this force is pernicious.
“What do we do, princess?” The apprentice is asking in a low voice. The percussion in his heart grow louder every second, yet his hand is still calmly grasping the tilt. He knows that his training, though spiteful at the time, is the only power resisting fear, so his legs are tense enough to keep his knees above the ground, tense enough not to fall to the ground and tremble.
A long and excruciating silence accompanies the intransigent tension. The two sides stand still at the bridge head. Even though their formation hardly changes, the moral of each no longer remains the same. One side, satiated grin of dominance envelopes the hungry beasts. The other side, the air is more ambiguous. Intimidation has certainly triumphed pompously, but the defenders hold their ground. No one has yet taken one step backward.
The princess is biting her lips.
She needs a surprise. Only when the enemy attention is diverted, the last guardians of this bridge can retreat safely and destroy the structure to stall enemy’s advance. But what can surprise the armored man now? Her fairy magic may be able to distract him temporarily, but the convoy is still under threat of Thunder Lancer. She has confidence to block two strikes with her magic shielding, but she does not have mean to cover so much ground before the incantation ends. Given the wind magic she knows, she can easily cover the ground between the armor and her in an instant. However, doing so will expose her, the convoy, and the knights. Close combat, not her forte, is seemingly innocuous against the enemy she is facing now.
"What say you, Princess of Fortune? I would like a quick answer. My lord does not have all day waiting for us to arrive. Your decision, please. "
His haughtiness taunted the guardians of the bridgehead. Even though time may not be on his side, it hardly matters now. A minute passed means nothing about the safety of the convoy.
Then it should end as quickly and as decisive as possible.
“We need diversion.”
“I concur, princess.” The youngster nodded at the knight's proposal, “And I have a plan, if you don’t mind.”
The low whisper brings princess back to her attention from indecision. “Then let’s punish them for their foolery, and I insist to be the decoy.”
Knowing the other three will disagree, she emphasizes, “I can escape with Zephyr Step.”
Man, she was just too stubborn. But she is the fastest of all of us under that cast, which works ideal for a distraction.
“Alright, I have to say that is the trump card. Then please, princess. Set Zephyr Steps to level 4, towards the right, double delay, cast on my mark. Ready and charge Fairy’s Protection.”
“Gentlemen, run to the other side of the bridge with all your might. I got your back.”
“And your sir, ready for a tender package. Good good.” Well, not only the apprentice knight, but no one really understands what he meant.
"Ready, on my mark, three… two…”
And blank. Darkness overcomes her startling disbelief. Struggling, she sees Sharron’s fist landed lightly below her chest, forcing out the oxygen which her consciousness is starving for.
“Sorry, never said I would approve using the trump card.”
You bast… stop pro…
Last thing she could remember was being tossed to the apprentice and carried away, losing all her pride on the spot. Well, that is not as bad as being captured or forced to escape under water. Sharron told the captain to announce her injury due to combat.
Thunder Lancer exploded rather closely somewhere, and then again far away. The night finally closes its curtain.
But magic is just an imitation of that absolute prowess. No matter how cryptic the theory is, the origin relies on the manipulation of simple elements around the magicians. For example, alchemy of transmuting lead into gold is possible, by either replacing lead with a known source of gold or by add enough energy to reconfiguring the nuclear cores.
Magic is the science of gods, but not the miracle of the gods.
Even so, for someone who cannot comprehend the magical theory, this force is miraculous, or should I say absolute. And in the hand of that man, this force is pernicious.
“What do we do, princess?” The apprentice is asking in a low voice. The percussion in his heart grow louder every second, yet his hand is still calmly grasping the tilt. He knows that his training, though spiteful at the time, is the only power resisting fear, so his legs are tense enough to keep his knees above the ground, tense enough not to fall to the ground and tremble.
A long and excruciating silence accompanies the intransigent tension. The two sides stand still at the bridge head. Even though their formation hardly changes, the moral of each no longer remains the same. One side, satiated grin of dominance envelopes the hungry beasts. The other side, the air is more ambiguous. Intimidation has certainly triumphed pompously, but the defenders hold their ground. No one has yet taken one step backward.
The princess is biting her lips.
She needs a surprise. Only when the enemy attention is diverted, the last guardians of this bridge can retreat safely and destroy the structure to stall enemy’s advance. But what can surprise the armored man now? Her fairy magic may be able to distract him temporarily, but the convoy is still under threat of Thunder Lancer. She has confidence to block two strikes with her magic shielding, but she does not have mean to cover so much ground before the incantation ends. Given the wind magic she knows, she can easily cover the ground between the armor and her in an instant. However, doing so will expose her, the convoy, and the knights. Close combat, not her forte, is seemingly innocuous against the enemy she is facing now.
"What say you, Princess of Fortune? I would like a quick answer. My lord does not have all day waiting for us to arrive. Your decision, please. "
His haughtiness taunted the guardians of the bridgehead. Even though time may not be on his side, it hardly matters now. A minute passed means nothing about the safety of the convoy.
Then it should end as quickly and as decisive as possible.
“We need diversion.”
“I concur, princess.” The youngster nodded at the knight's proposal, “And I have a plan, if you don’t mind.”
The low whisper brings princess back to her attention from indecision. “Then let’s punish them for their foolery, and I insist to be the decoy.”
Knowing the other three will disagree, she emphasizes, “I can escape with Zephyr Step.”
Man, she was just too stubborn. But she is the fastest of all of us under that cast, which works ideal for a distraction.
“Alright, I have to say that is the trump card. Then please, princess. Set Zephyr Steps to level 4, towards the right, double delay, cast on my mark. Ready and charge Fairy’s Protection.”
“Gentlemen, run to the other side of the bridge with all your might. I got your back.”
“And your sir, ready for a tender package. Good good.” Well, not only the apprentice knight, but no one really understands what he meant.
"Ready, on my mark, three… two…”
And blank. Darkness overcomes her startling disbelief. Struggling, she sees Sharron’s fist landed lightly below her chest, forcing out the oxygen which her consciousness is starving for.
“Sorry, never said I would approve using the trump card.”
You bast… stop pro…
Last thing she could remember was being tossed to the apprentice and carried away, losing all her pride on the spot. Well, that is not as bad as being captured or forced to escape under water. Sharron told the captain to announce her injury due to combat.
Thunder Lancer exploded rather closely somewhere, and then again far away. The night finally closes its curtain.
