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Galefore · 07-01-2006, 03:37 PM

Erasmus stared at these pointed projectiles. He was amazed that a mere soul in front of him could create such items, or even use them. The skill with which they were thrown seemed incredible enough, and this would be a killing stroke to most. Erasmus stood still for a moment, and then, he snapped his old, slightly shrivelled fingers. A wall of ice appeared everywhere, except for his right arm, from which he transfered his sword to his left, which he allowed a hit upon. The other darts hit and clinged to the sticky ice, and their prescense was frozen. Erasmus cut the wall with the sword in his left hand, and it shattered. The dart flew through his arm, and Erasmus twitched for a second. He then smiled, and as his blue blood poured, he created a shell, which expanded into a gauntlet, which then materialized a 60 inch wide shield. This new implement was a sight, but the limply hanging arm it adorned wasn't. It soon regained its strength, however, as the old wizard held the shield high. He then walked slowly towards the man before him. The fact that he had survived a direct hit to the arteries was strange, but...

Jack wasn't truly impressed, as mentally sustainable. He was simply staring with a grin, and apparently preparing another assault. The man before Erasmus was now visible. He was a tall, incredibly thin, ghost-faced devil. He seemed human, but there was an indescribable hate in his prescense, and it was a calculated hate, reaching an estimated level most likely the same as the formerly pacifist Erasmus. When did there ever some an equal?

"Another cursed devil who challenges my prescense? You are no hope killer, fiend. I will take your life as another hitch on the road to the Earth's Glorious death!"

Erasmus didn't quite scare the grinning man before him. The evil simply stared harder, with a cold gaze.

Erasmus seemed provoked. Instantly, he felt the urge to quell this phantom prescense. He halted his march, the slowly drew back, tossing his sword at the man. Jack seemed visibly ready to dodge. As soon as it was seven yards in front of Jack, Erasmus tore one of the spikes from his shoulder, and threw it at a greater velocity. Erasmus stared at his handiwork, and hoped for a solid hit.

07-01-2006, 03:37 PM	#6
Galefore Gunjinkeeper Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: A Blank Planet Gender: Posts: 6,170 Thanks: 774 Thanked 463 Times in 338 Posts Blog Entries: 3 Points: 4,758.56 Bank: 35,485.03 Total Points: 40,243.58 Donate	Erasmus stared at these pointed projectiles. He was amazed that a mere soul in front of him could create such items, or even use them. The skill with which they were thrown seemed incredible enough, and this would be a killing stroke to most. Erasmus stood still for a moment, and then, he snapped his old, slightly shrivelled fingers. A wall of ice appeared everywhere, except for his right arm, from which he transfered his sword to his left, which he allowed a hit upon. The other darts hit and clinged to the sticky ice, and their prescense was frozen. Erasmus cut the wall with the sword in his left hand, and it shattered. The dart flew through his arm, and Erasmus twitched for a second. He then smiled, and as his blue blood poured, he created a shell, which expanded into a gauntlet, which then materialized a 60 inch wide shield. This new implement was a sight, but the limply hanging arm it adorned wasn't. It soon regained its strength, however, as the old wizard held the shield high. He then walked slowly towards the man before him. The fact that he had survived a direct hit to the arteries was strange, but... Jack wasn't truly impressed, as mentally sustainable. He was simply staring with a grin, and apparently preparing another assault. The man before Erasmus was now visible. He was a tall, incredibly thin, ghost-faced devil. He seemed human, but there was an indescribable hate in his prescense, and it was a calculated hate, reaching an estimated level most likely the same as the formerly pacifist Erasmus. When did there ever some an equal? "Another cursed devil who challenges my prescense? You are no hope killer, fiend. I will take your life as another hitch on the road to the Earth's Glorious death!" Erasmus didn't quite scare the grinning man before him. The evil simply stared harder, with a cold gaze. Erasmus seemed provoked. Instantly, he felt the urge to quell this phantom prescense. He halted his march, the slowly drew back, tossing his sword at the man. Jack seemed visibly ready to dodge. As soon as it was seven yards in front of Jack, Erasmus tore one of the spikes from his shoulder, and threw it at a greater velocity. Erasmus stared at his handiwork, and hoped for a solid hit.