Cursed By | Moon

3 | Roan

For his efforts Roan was thrown off his feet, bouncing off the nearest wall, and crashed into the ground a lot harder than he would have liked. The Tigerboar must have accidentally hit him on its rampage toward Lilyander who, for reasons unbeknownst to him, wasn't dropping the sword.

What an idiot.

He lifted his chin from the concrete and saw the guy who called out her name crash into her before the Tigerboar did, saving her life at the last second and managing to separate her from the sword. It clattered to the ground, the glow fading gradually until it was cold and lifeless again.

Roan tasted something horrid on his tongue as he struggled to pick himself up, grimacing as he dragged his battered body towards the nearest wall so he could sit up and survey the damage. He struggled to keep his eyes open because of the blinding headache which was distracting him from the numbing pain on the right side of his body.

Soon enough he discovered he'd dislocated his shoulder, having difficulties with lifting his arm, the pain zapping the fight right out of him. He sank further into the wall as he struggled to even out his breathing, being forced to watch as Cadius tapped one of his daggers against the silver band above his left bicep.

Cadius' slow jog turned into an impressive sprint as he began resonating with the soles of his feet to climb up the nearest wall and leap several feet into the air.

With his daggers raised well above his head he brought them crashing down into the back of the Tigerboar, just narrowly flying over the giant mane of hair to sink them deep into the Makhar's flesh, gripping onto the handles like a mountain climber whilst the beast squealed in agony and veered back on its short legs.

The Elf who saved Lilyander chose to assist Cadius in attacking whilst the others were doing their best to stay clear of the thing, practically climbing over one another in order to do so.

Anyone else would have found them annoying but the chaos was enough to distract the beast, giving him time to smash his fist together in order to resonate with the silver rings on both hands.

The skin on his pale knuckles were already rubbed raw from experience as he repeatedly threw waves of sonic energy at the Tigerboar that would have been enough to knock anyone off their ass.

The blast dispersed the air around him, picking up small bits of dust and rubble that flew out in every direction to create a rippling pattern on the ground that expanded with each clash.

"Marc, stop, you're hurting yourself!" Lilyander screeched, throwing up her hands to protect her eyes, her copper hair lashing out in every direction from the increasing pressure.

Roan doubted he could hear her over his attacks but he knew he needed to put an end to this. They were making a mistake, one that the Amalgam had definitely planned for.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head whilst gritting his teeth, taking in a series of sharp breaths as he forced himself to bite down harder on his molars. He fought against his spasming limb but it felt like he was being stabbed from the inside.

Reminding himself that the pain was temporary, Roan eventually managed to tap his gold ring against the ground enough times to hear the metal resonate, his breathing relaxing as he used the resonance of the gold to numb the pain until he felt like he was floating above the ground, the air, his clothes...he'd pushed it so far that they all felt alien.

But that was always the thing about the mind, sometimes the only thing holding it back was this body it came in. Once the bond was severed, one acting independent of the other, the objective became all that mattered.

No longer feeling, devoid of fear even, Roan popped his shoulder back into place without a second thought.

There was a bit of a pinch, and even after stretching there was still a tension that was limiting his range of motion, but he could stand without feeling like he was going to throw up and could keep his eyes open without the pounding headache.