Jumping at Shadows [INCURSION]
Posted May 18, 2018 11:40:39 GMT -7
Post by Wally Oliveira on May 18, 2018 11:40:39 GMT -7
Wally was not expecting two completely different attacks to come by randomly, that is how he'd justify that embarrassing display. He just didn't know how to react to two attacks, that all! And neither was pleasant, that's for sure. While he tried to create his illusions, the floor apparently turned into a treadmill, or something and another. Thankfully, he didn't fall over, just twisted one of his legs unfortunately, and that'll hurt for a bit, but couldn't be permanent. That wasn't the really bad part of the attack.
The real horrible part was the fact that he took his eyes off of the illusion he was currently creating, making it incredibly lackluster when he could look back, running in place to not fall flat on his face. The "flames" he was creating nearly melded with the fire mage's actual flames, might be distressing once her flames were off and she couldn't turn off those "flames", but nothing as bad as he was hoping. He pulled a face, wondering if he could just cut his losses and dismiss the illusion and create another, or just keep it for now. Obviously, life didn't even let him decide that, in the form of the second attack.
A shadowy figure appeared next to him and, stupidly, he assumed it was one of the shadow constructs running around in front of him, prompting him to start with an annoyed tone, "Look, I'm helping now and-" And he will not finish that sentence, especially when a freaking knife slashed into his side! He leapt away with a yell, swiping his hands in the direction of whoever was the attacker, hitting nothing, but seeing the shadow disappear into the wall he was next to. His feet hit solid, non-moving floor, and he held both his hands to his side, trying to figure out if he was bleeding too much. He wasn't, but he couldn't help but stand with a slouch, any taller and the wound felt like it opened more. He took a shaky breath, actually feeling worse than when he was first hit.
Actually, he was most definitely doing worse. The arm above the wound was not moving well at all, and neither was the leg below. He looked closely at the wound,, narrowing his eyes, was there something on the knife? "You have to kidding me! Why the hell am I getting attacked!?" Wally felt his face heat up and his heart speed up despite the obvious poison he have just been hit with. He wasn't doing anything too much, he could do much worse! If fact, he would do much worse. He been keeping his magic a bit down low, but if the ones trying to chase him out, that kid, fire mage and that mage escaping into the wall, expected something terrible from him, he could do so.
The real horrible part was the fact that he took his eyes off of the illusion he was currently creating, making it incredibly lackluster when he could look back, running in place to not fall flat on his face. The "flames" he was creating nearly melded with the fire mage's actual flames, might be distressing once her flames were off and she couldn't turn off those "flames", but nothing as bad as he was hoping. He pulled a face, wondering if he could just cut his losses and dismiss the illusion and create another, or just keep it for now. Obviously, life didn't even let him decide that, in the form of the second attack.
A shadowy figure appeared next to him and, stupidly, he assumed it was one of the shadow constructs running around in front of him, prompting him to start with an annoyed tone, "Look, I'm helping now and-" And he will not finish that sentence, especially when a freaking knife slashed into his side! He leapt away with a yell, swiping his hands in the direction of whoever was the attacker, hitting nothing, but seeing the shadow disappear into the wall he was next to. His feet hit solid, non-moving floor, and he held both his hands to his side, trying to figure out if he was bleeding too much. He wasn't, but he couldn't help but stand with a slouch, any taller and the wound felt like it opened more. He took a shaky breath, actually feeling worse than when he was first hit.
Actually, he was most definitely doing worse. The arm above the wound was not moving well at all, and neither was the leg below. He looked closely at the wound,, narrowing his eyes, was there something on the knife? "You have to kidding me! Why the hell am I getting attacked!?" Wally felt his face heat up and his heart speed up despite the obvious poison he have just been hit with. He wasn't doing anything too much, he could do much worse! If fact, he would do much worse. He been keeping his magic a bit down low, but if the ones trying to chase him out, that kid, fire mage and that mage escaping into the wall, expected something terrible from him, he could do so.