Post by David B. on Feb 15, 2013 20:35:36 GMT -8
OOC: Im going to be working on creating some cool techniques for use in conjunction with Davids control of the air. Should any mod have a problem with the Techniques created, please PM me.
IC:
David crouched, staring down at a small stone laying on the ground. It was as small as a dime in diameter, and weighed next to nothing. He was on the border of Dragon territory, his Sunday being used as it generally was- to walk his territory and keep an eye on the boundary. Today was a little different for him, in that his goals were more self oriented. Resting on the far western end of his territory, David was in direct view of the beach. It gave him a cool breeze across his face, and calmed him with its smell.
His eyes, having lifted to the sea, turned back down to the pebble. He extended his hand over it, lifting the small stone off the ground with a gentle portion of wind.
It rotated slowly between his palm and the ground. He lifted it higher, turning his hand over so the rock rested just a few inches off his hand, spinning there. He stood, his other hand in his pocket. He looked up at a wall to his right. Glancing back down at the rock, he pressurized the air behind it and gave it a snug push.
The stone rocketed so fast he couldn't keep his eyes on it. It pierced through the wall with a little "pop". His eyebrows lifted only slightly. He glanced around his feet, at the several dozen rocks that lay about. He crouched again, placing his hand against the earth. Thirty or forty of them lifted, rotating slowly. His eyebrows furrowed. Pop after pop. In three seconds, they exploded toward the wall, filling it with holes like a roll of cheese. He grinned.
Walking forward a few paces, be took ten of them and piled them into his hand. Throwing them forward into the empty street, he snapped his fingers. The ball of rocks exploded, firing stones in every directionz they glanced harmlesy off his wind shield, leaving a little "shing" sound. He laughed. Nobody was in this area that he knew of, so he had nothing to worry about. He was simply pushing himself now. Testing what he could and couldn't do. His rocks could fly as fast as a bullet, and those grenades would be devasting for groups. He needed to keep going. He had to keep pushing.
Because lord knows, when barker came, things like this could win a war.
IC:
David crouched, staring down at a small stone laying on the ground. It was as small as a dime in diameter, and weighed next to nothing. He was on the border of Dragon territory, his Sunday being used as it generally was- to walk his territory and keep an eye on the boundary. Today was a little different for him, in that his goals were more self oriented. Resting on the far western end of his territory, David was in direct view of the beach. It gave him a cool breeze across his face, and calmed him with its smell.
His eyes, having lifted to the sea, turned back down to the pebble. He extended his hand over it, lifting the small stone off the ground with a gentle portion of wind.
It rotated slowly between his palm and the ground. He lifted it higher, turning his hand over so the rock rested just a few inches off his hand, spinning there. He stood, his other hand in his pocket. He looked up at a wall to his right. Glancing back down at the rock, he pressurized the air behind it and gave it a snug push.
The stone rocketed so fast he couldn't keep his eyes on it. It pierced through the wall with a little "pop". His eyebrows lifted only slightly. He glanced around his feet, at the several dozen rocks that lay about. He crouched again, placing his hand against the earth. Thirty or forty of them lifted, rotating slowly. His eyebrows furrowed. Pop after pop. In three seconds, they exploded toward the wall, filling it with holes like a roll of cheese. He grinned.
Walking forward a few paces, be took ten of them and piled them into his hand. Throwing them forward into the empty street, he snapped his fingers. The ball of rocks exploded, firing stones in every directionz they glanced harmlesy off his wind shield, leaving a little "shing" sound. He laughed. Nobody was in this area that he knew of, so he had nothing to worry about. He was simply pushing himself now. Testing what he could and couldn't do. His rocks could fly as fast as a bullet, and those grenades would be devasting for groups. He needed to keep going. He had to keep pushing.
Because lord knows, when barker came, things like this could win a war.
