heart open, testify, tell me i'm not crazy
Cerulean eyes moved up and between flames to see Deimos as he spoke. Marcus nodded once at the advice, committing it to memory even as the expanding wall of fire rolled toward him.
He let the thought settle instead of rushing another attack. The water he'd been manipulating gathered around him again, no longer spread into thin ribbons but collected into a single swirling mass that orbited his limbs. He drew in a slow breath, and rather than trying to overpower the flames, he focused on changing the water itself.
The edges of the swirling current thickened. The liquid grew sluggish, its surface frosting over before shards of ice bloomed through it like crystal flowers. With a sharp thrust of both hands, the frozen mass fractured into a volley of icy projectiles. Instead of sending them all at once, he staggered the attack, each shard following a slightly different path. Some flew low toward Deimos' legs, others arced toward his shoulders, while the last remained tucked behind the others until the final moment, emerging from the wake of the first volley in an attempt to disguise its approach.
While he knew he wasn’t going to break through the Warden's fiery defense, the young hybrid simply wanted to see whether changing the water's form forced Deimos to answer differently, and to take the more seasoned advice well.
3/4
He let the thought settle instead of rushing another attack. The water he'd been manipulating gathered around him again, no longer spread into thin ribbons but collected into a single swirling mass that orbited his limbs. He drew in a slow breath, and rather than trying to overpower the flames, he focused on changing the water itself.
The edges of the swirling current thickened. The liquid grew sluggish, its surface frosting over before shards of ice bloomed through it like crystal flowers. With a sharp thrust of both hands, the frozen mass fractured into a volley of icy projectiles. Instead of sending them all at once, he staggered the attack, each shard following a slightly different path. Some flew low toward Deimos' legs, others arced toward his shoulders, while the last remained tucked behind the others until the final moment, emerging from the wake of the first volley in an attempt to disguise its approach.
While he knew he wasn’t going to break through the Warden's fiery defense, the young hybrid simply wanted to see whether changing the water's form forced Deimos to answer differently, and to take the more seasoned advice well.
3/4
m a r c u s
