Post by dobby on Jun 3, 2015 23:16:18 GMT -7
Onddo looked surprisingly at what was happening to his new friends, the fluffy one was attacking the other ones! He flapped his arms, looking at the tendril which pierced the shapeshifter. "Friend!" he tried to persuade him to stop. Why was he attacking them? He wondered.
The mage was not expecting the tendrils which lashed out at both him and the other, and he thought he was a safe distance away from the creature but he was wrong. The tendrils zoomed through the air directly towards him, and his tired eyes looked up with more focus. He had to think immediately, and they got closer by the second. They clashed upon a medium-sized blue shield that faintly glowed with white intricate designs that was around 2 feet in circumference, and the tendrils repeatedly bounced off and onto it over and over again, each strike pushing him back from the impact. It was formed and held up with his right forearm, his fist closed tightly as he braced the collisions continuously. For him this was a relatively small shield, and blamed it on his tiredness for this.
He slid back in the dirt, however he tried to keep a firm stance on the ground, planting his shoes deeper into the soil. He narrowed his eyes and gnashed his teeth, if the tendrils did not attack with the speed that they did, he would have had enough time to form a few orbs to attack with his other hand. He tried to focus on creating even small ones on the finger of his left hand, but the tendrils continued to pound onto the shield, throwing his mind off balance.
The mage was not expecting the tendrils which lashed out at both him and the other, and he thought he was a safe distance away from the creature but he was wrong. The tendrils zoomed through the air directly towards him, and his tired eyes looked up with more focus. He had to think immediately, and they got closer by the second. They clashed upon a medium-sized blue shield that faintly glowed with white intricate designs that was around 2 feet in circumference, and the tendrils repeatedly bounced off and onto it over and over again, each strike pushing him back from the impact. It was formed and held up with his right forearm, his fist closed tightly as he braced the collisions continuously. For him this was a relatively small shield, and blamed it on his tiredness for this.
He slid back in the dirt, however he tried to keep a firm stance on the ground, planting his shoes deeper into the soil. He narrowed his eyes and gnashed his teeth, if the tendrils did not attack with the speed that they did, he would have had enough time to form a few orbs to attack with his other hand. He tried to focus on creating even small ones on the finger of his left hand, but the tendrils continued to pound onto the shield, throwing his mind off balance.
