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The door from Milliways opens onto what would ordinarily be a picture-perfect day in early October over Central Park West. The air ought to be crisp and clear this high up. Certainly the view of Central Park, its leaves beginning to turn all kinds of colors, would support that...

... only anyone who actually pokes a head or hand or limb out the door will feel that it's not. It's warm- unseasonably so- and the air is tight somehow, shivering against the skin. There's an unpleasant, greasy feel to it, a sense of something about to precipitate out of nowhere at all. And far, far overhead, the sky roils and writhes in livid bruise-purple colors, torn open in a ferocious act of metaphysical savagery.

Looking up for too long is probably not a good idea.

Date: 2005-10-11 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
Garion doesn't even try to block the move with his blade. Instead, he throws his Will to the Orb once more and shouts with as much force as he can manage;

"BURST!"

Date: 2005-10-11 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
He gets no chance to regroup.

With as much speed as he can muster, he slices the head of the creature off before stopping to get a breath.

This was almost as hard as helping Durnik in the forge.

Date: 2005-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
Garion watches it for a moment before shaking it off and heading towards the next threat, shouting to make sure--

"RAY! You still there!? You need me?!"

Date: 2005-10-11 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
Garion wobbles as the energy flying around starts to dizzy him, but the Orb beings to sing it's familiar song and he follows it until he's a little more stable. His eyes light on the bearded kilted fellow. There is a three second pause as he blushes about the kilt before heading towards him with his sword flaming and ready.

Date: 2005-10-11 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
It is also amazing how well anger and protective emotion can be used to power an act. As Garion sees the energy crackle across the building he swings his sword into it, blocking it from touching Ray. Using a particularly vile curse, he, for all intents and purposes, tells the violet energy to bugger off.

Date: 2005-10-11 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
Garion blinks and the memories of the destruction of Rak Cthol come crashing into his mind...and with those memories, the memories of their escape. That's when he looks down, reaches for a shadow, and throws himself into it, sliding across the darkness and into the bearded man's shadow before reaching up and into him, grabbing for his vocal chords.

No vocal cords, no words.

No words, no magic.

He just hopes it works.

Date: 2005-10-11 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
Garion is a simple boy. Thus, he doesn't do anything all that odd with the internal organs of the man. His job was to stop the words, to stop the magic so that Ray could take care of things.

The easiest way to do that, however, is to knock someone out. So, hawling back good and hard, he knocks the man across the jaw with everything he has.

In the future, Garion would knock a Grolim out with enough force to nearly kill him. He's younger, less experienced, and slightly less pissed off than he will be then, thus it's not as effective.

But it's still a damn good hit.

Date: 2005-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
Burn, baby, burn--!!

Eddie's music plays loudly as he goes into a careening turn.

"Targets acquired."

The missile arm is retracted. He can't guarantee the same kind of accuracy while mobile with the proton thrower that he can with the machine guns.

The sound of Eddie turning in that gravity-defying way, his engines thundering and screaming, is nearly as terrible as the sound of pure agony. His wings trembled under the onslaught of pressure. And yet he did not let up. He could tell his frame was not in danger. And aiming solidly at one of the airborne creatures that his sensors could not name, he fired.

Date: 2005-10-11 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
He was reminded of Russian skies. Of the onslaught of SU-37 Terminators. For one moment, he thought of how easy it had been to work with Ben Gannon.

Say something -- make us proud, cast the first stone!

His sensors could see both creatures, but he could not fire on both at once. One was approaching him from behind. The other was disabled.

Leave the disabled be. Go after it later. He began to turn, flaring his engines, looping in midair to fire again.

He felt... exhilerated.

Make a move!

Date: 2005-10-11 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
He analysed every movement of both lions - odd how they moved and thought, as if they had never thought that lions were supposed to be landbound creatures.

This was... fun.

He pulled up - straight up, climbing vertically into the air before letting himself stall and fall, firing machine guns at his newly chosen target. He could endure scorch marks. Even if his hull was blistered, he would still be able to fly.

Date: 2005-10-11 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
The flame washed over Eddie's hull, and he could feel the heat of it - paint blistered, bubbled, cooked, and flaked in the high windspeed that Eddie kept up. He pulled quickly up, but not as up as he could have. True, that one had a wing injured, but if let loose on the ground, it could still do quite a bit of harm to the humans nearby. Eddie aimed his machine guns again - he would have to take it out before it took out anything else.

I'm the nightmare from upstairs and I'm coming down

Eddie recorded the yowl.

That would come in handy later on.

Date: 2005-10-11 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
This would be interesting. Two lions. One couldn't fly, and the other had recouped. The lion on the rooftop was actually the larger threat. Eddie concentrated on it, coming as near as he dared - there were people up there, after all. He pursued at an angle, careful only to fire where he was more than eighty percent certain he wouldn't endanger any humans. The other lion had to be disregarded until he could deal with it - no matter how strong the fire scorched.

Date: 2005-10-11 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
"Target destroyed."

There is just enough left in me to make me feel almost guilty.

Then he flew out to turn, as not to catch anyone important to him in the wash from his engines. Allies were allies - and allies were no good when they were toast.

[Doctor Stantz, is everyone faring well?] he asked as he sought the second dragon with his sensors. One on one now. This would be more interesting.

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