For a moment, he was calm. His mind ran off to the hairpin in his hair. – Then his brain made a pause. He forgot to put the rose hairpin on this morning, and his hood covered his simple hair.
His hand moved swiftly as a paper left his book, sliding on the ground as he raised his foot. – This was going to hurt. – He stomped it! The scroll read the following. 'Typhoon, Implode'. And as such, a sudden wind came around them.
It moved fast, coming together into the paper's location as it then proceeded to let out a shockwave of air! – The pressure pressed against Tris's body and the incoming shadows, pushing them in all directions.
Tris was sent up, a bit sideways due to his bad positioning. He did not have the time to overthink it. – He had to preserve the runic papers he had. He could not win, but he could escape!
He held his stomach as he was sent up. The impact hit him quite badly. This wasn't just a wind rune in the end, it was made to cause extremely harmful blunt attacks. But it also shot him way higher than a normal rune.
After all, his fear stood in the beings being able to fight the strong wind. – That was the risk if he had used a normal one, so this was the safest option, with a bit of pain peppered around. – His feet moved swiftly, taking his position as he began falling back down!
Swiftly approaching the rooftop, his hand moved and wrote a rune mid-air! 'Typhoon.' A small burst of wind stopped his fall, letting his feet hit the ground with ease as his eyes moved towards the side.
The inky creatures were already getting back on their feet. The fall did not do much to even damage them. Their animalistic feet causing them to fall right up, already ready to continue fighting.
He took a deep breath, his hands tapping his pockets, at least hoping he had taken the hairpin with him. – But he didn't, he really just forgot it! And there was nothing he could do about it.
Tris let out an annoyed sigh, getting ready to deal with the beasts once they began to regain their senses once more. – Yet he did not expect what was actually going to happen next.
Suddenly, more shadows seemed to rise behind the pack. – Tall, inky humanoids, no face but just plain and weirdly flat all over their body. Wielding bows of dark crystals, strings made out of what seemed like the hide of the perfected beasts.
One of them moved faster than the others, and it was taller. – His face was also not flat. He took a stance and stared right at the white hood. Its bow being raised and beginning to aim at the young fox.
"Kill the boy."
The shadow spoke, and a grin settled on its face. – Tris's mind ran wild, weak shadows could not speak. This was one of the main battalions of the Dawn God. – Even for him, he was a Heir... This trap was overkill. It was not set for him.
And at those words, the shadows moved and also raised their own bows, aiming at the body as a barrage of inky arrows shot forward, faster than anything else, even than his scrolls. – He would not be able to dodge or even move.
A small shockwave of lightning was in the air, as a blur seemed to move. Outspeeding everyone, Shadow or Heir of Sol. – A clank, similar to stone hitting steel, could be heard as the arrows were shattered into pieces.
In front of Tris, a figure took a stance, wearing ivory colored armor, not of steel. But some kind of white stone. – It was not normal, holding a mask and wings. – Its wings? Every feather looked like Nora's necklace, yet not made of steel. But Stone. – And the mask? A stag, her eyes locked forward, staring right at the shadows. The eye holes reveal two sets of pearl-like eyes.
Her skin was pale, wielding no weapon. – Her wings and hands were her weapons. She needed nothing more to slash through most of this battalion. – At least from the looks of it, he was sure this thing was made to take her down! But he could hopefully help.
"Ah... And the actual target comes to save the day... Doesn't it sound so poetic... Order of the Crowned Stag? Guardian Choir, was it? The Stone Freaks..."
The shadow spoke from behind the bowman, taking a step forward, advancing and standing in front of the Inky were-creatures group. – Every creature looked ready to just move forward and maul anything in their line of sight, yet they seemed to be stuck in their places for now.
"You speak a bit too much, Shadow... I am of the Guardian Choir, that is true. Serving Queen Althea's orders before the closing of the realm. – But you already know that, we both know why this trap was even set for me... What do you want from the boy?"
The lady spoke, stepping forward. She seemed quite confident, her wings moving and ready to shield her from any incoming arrow or attack. – Who wouldn't be confident with such shield? – Tris just gave a small sigh, his head tilting to the side as he watched.
"Rune writer. Who would be stupid enough to let such a person live? Boy or Not, young or old. Such beings were hunted and killed for the danger they posed. – Back to you, young Guardian... I'd advise you to pass over the Relic of Ascendance. Or do you prefer a fight?"
The shadow spoke once more, seemingly unbothered by anything. – Tris flickered his ears under his hood. Taking these creatures' strength, his creations would not be able to harm them. His claws would be his only option in this fight.
He took a deep breath as he was reminded by the Relic... Making a plan in his mind. Perhaps he could not damage them. But making them rage and creating things to defend himself with was a good option.
Tris stepped to the side, rather swiftly, he was ready to fight in the end, perhaps finally a chance to use 'Kaboom the First'. They were unaware he was who he was in the end. So that was a weapon and information he could abuse to slay at least one being... – Perhaps the one that could speak was more human? Had blood and veins, he could create things in and harm them?
Probably not, even if it did, he probably was not strong enough to go through such a creature's magical defences, plus, highly likely that its blood vessels would be very different from a normal human's. But let a boy hope.
"Don't bother, boy, I'll deal with them myself. Just... Hold onto this for me. At worst, I'll die, and they will try to find you to take it. At best, I die and you run into some god that wants to defend you and it."
The lady was blunt as she reached up for her neck. Taking off a necklace. Oh, and it was a very familiar necklace. – Tris blinked under his hood as he stared at the object. It was Nora's. Fully on this was Nora, and he was just being given a Relic in hand.
"Giving a child the relic? Eh, wise.. Mayhaps, if he's lucky. Weird of you to call him a boy... Aren't you a young one yourself?"
The shadow spoke with a chuckle, quite liking the game that was being set up for it. – Though in the end it was up to the boy if he was going to leave, or stay and fight. But he still had a few questions left, and some information he needed.
"How does- It even work..."
He asked, attempting to seem curious, but rather wanting to know how to even use it. If he did, his plan could happen, and Nora could survive... Was he really going to try some bullshit? Yes.
''And a curious one! Ha! Let us get into details... Perhaps you'll live long enough! That would be funny... Such is a relic of Sol, a piece of metal to you, a piece of power to the Heir. Concentrate on it, and he could bind his soul to it. And whatever happens after... I am not even sure who or what the Heir is..."
The shadow chuckled, and Nora simply stood silent, her mask covering her features. – Tris wondered if he should tell her it is him. But maybe not, maybe silence is a blessing in such times. – He truly was one to bully her about it later. But not now, that would be too heartless even for his standards.
"So, make your choice... Boy. Leave or stay, perhaps we could slay these assholes! Damn that would feel so good..."
Nora spoke to the rune writer, after all, she knew her chances would be greatly increased! – But she had no time to wait for an answer, the shadow stepped forward, its bow dissipating into a blade. Head raised as he moved!