| Oh snap... all my posts have had my character's name as a starting word... Nothing was happening. All was quiet and still. Affliction was at the top of one of the stone towers, puzzled. "Have you given up? Are you really the coward I know you are!?" These words were followed by more silence. Affliction didn't believe for a second that Traiborn had gone, although he had absolutely no idea where he could be. "...scale of dragon........... fist of imp....." Affliction heard that much, and prepared himself for an attack. He was ready to block in all directions, upwards, sideways, back, front, he was ready for all hell to break lose. If only he knew what was about to take place. Now, when one thinks of an explosion they think of fire and shrapnel, right? I'm pretty sure that when you think of an explosion, you don't immediately assume that the lake next door to your domain has just been flung into the air. Affliction didn't assume this either, that is until he heard the deafening roar of the millions of gallons of water that were right above him. The flow that followed toppled not one, but all of the stone towers, leaving not but a bald mountain top, a warrior, and a wizard who had just exhausted almost every ounce of his spell components. |