Post by Gifted on Sept 3, 2018 23:56:09 GMT -5
He gave her a look that made the phrase 'if looks could kill' come to mind. "Fine, you want to see me use my power?" He stormed to the center of the room. "Back up." He snapped at the kids in front of him. Technically there were some targets and things set up, but they weren't being used for this lesson, so people were milling about in front of them. "Get back!" He shouted. It made multiple kids jump and he was intimidating enough that most ran so they would be behind him.
Rook stared hard at the targets across the room, but the usual shadow pawns that Sangria had grown to expect from him did not rise up out of the darkness on the ground. Instead, the lights in his face glowed brighter. the shadows he created on the floor grew longer. They snaked out across the room like tendrils. Some spread out, slithering up the walls, but the darkest ones curled around the two standing targets at the other side of the room. Despite being made of shadows and entirely incorporeal looking, deep cracks began to appear along the targets in lines where the tendrils covered, like incredible pressure was being exerted on them, or they were being cut by a knife. Sangria saw him relax for a small moment that might have been missed if she wasn't paying attention, but the lights in his face did not dim and he almost immediately tensed up again. He gritted his teeth and both targets shattered into a dozen pieces, but the tendrills didn't stop. He winced his eyes closing and opening again and he let out a small gasp of exertion or pain. The tendrils continued to spread, threading themselves up the walls, onto the ceiling, the room coated in darkness. He let out a groan of pain and it was more obvious now, hand moving so he was holding his head as cracks began to appear in the walls, in the ceiling, while Rook was wobbled unsteadily on his feet and moaned in pain as the cracks got deeper...
Rook stared hard at the targets across the room, but the usual shadow pawns that Sangria had grown to expect from him did not rise up out of the darkness on the ground. Instead, the lights in his face glowed brighter. the shadows he created on the floor grew longer. They snaked out across the room like tendrils. Some spread out, slithering up the walls, but the darkest ones curled around the two standing targets at the other side of the room. Despite being made of shadows and entirely incorporeal looking, deep cracks began to appear along the targets in lines where the tendrils covered, like incredible pressure was being exerted on them, or they were being cut by a knife. Sangria saw him relax for a small moment that might have been missed if she wasn't paying attention, but the lights in his face did not dim and he almost immediately tensed up again. He gritted his teeth and both targets shattered into a dozen pieces, but the tendrills didn't stop. He winced his eyes closing and opening again and he let out a small gasp of exertion or pain. The tendrils continued to spread, threading themselves up the walls, onto the ceiling, the room coated in darkness. He let out a groan of pain and it was more obvious now, hand moving so he was holding his head as cracks began to appear in the walls, in the ceiling, while Rook was wobbled unsteadily on his feet and moaned in pain as the cracks got deeper...
