Futurum Amare, Future love

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Third POV

Important
"Talking..."
Direct memory

     A large explosion from the corner of the room shattered Adencade's ears.  He quickly tumbled away from it, un-purposely, and landed on his bottom.  The tall man stood in time to avoid a spell shot In his direction.  He struggled a moment to both retrieve his wand from his sleeve and let his vision return.  Another spell this time grazing his arm, hitting the wall, and turning it to crumbles. 

     Adencade cast a quick protection spell before blocking and reciprocating the same spell at the tall aura attacking him.  Multiple followed the first into the office like room and continued to shoot spells at the man.  Only within seconds he manages to remain safety in the next room.  Full of protection and anti spell- spells.  Adencade could feel the rumbling of attack spells in the floor.  Sending vibrations up threw his ankles and to his legs.

     "Dammit.  How the Merlin did they-"  A blast to the wall his body leaned on cut off the man.

     He stumbled forward in a failed attempt to catch himself.  Adencade finds himself on his lower half again and staring in awe as his shields visible begin breaking along with the wall.  He rushes to a stand feeling terror and anger fuel his movements to the next room.  He'd been held up with a few other Followers at an old mansion.  One in fact rumored haunted by the many students and teens who've tried to trespass. 

      As the man made it to the next room he'd found Fildwig and another woman standing eagerly ready to fight.  He would question them as to why they hadn't come running, but too thrown off balance to do so.  Following that thought many Followers came rushing in. Another rumble shook the house, as did falling chairs and glass.  Another sheild for this new room broke and the wall began cracking. 

      "Wands at the ready!!"  The man called loudly.  "These are auras.  Highly trained, be ready."  Finally the wall crumbles and in came a flood.

     Auras shot spells and protective barriers.  Healed those who'd been injured.  They attacked ruthlessly.  While the Followers also defended and Counter attacked, Adencade found himself prepairing a spell.  One he himself created.  A powerful and largely draining spell.  Not only to himself but the victims and supporters.  He spun his wand over his fingers and pointed it at the floor in a diagonal direction.

     In one full motion he spun keeping the wand at the floor and creating a glowing gold circle.  He drew in the air a symbol like figure.  Which, like the floor, the symbol began glowing in a gold color.  He waved his wand in the same symbol over the first continually.  Soon something transparent flowing from the other followers flowed to the center of the symbol, along with that the power of their spells weakened gradually.

     Adencade began an incantation.  "Per Potentiam Aliorum, thy Magusin illis, Vocare In Corporalis Forma!!"  He repeated quietly twice.

(Using the power of others, the magic within them, to call into physical form)

    A large transparent ball filled the space above the gold-glowing-symbol.  After noticing, quite late, the meaning of a few of those words.  The Head, first attacking aura, shot out a strong protection barrier over himself and the other auras.  As Adencade began letting the spell upon the men and woman the Head Aura doubled up and received the spell.  A spell which drained everyone around the man.  Both barriers broke at the force of raw magic.

      The building began falling, as many Followers still able to stand ran from the crumbling mansion.  Exiting through doorways or the holed walls.  Auras began shielding or running, some apperated to safety.  Many others crushed under the fallen stones and walls.  The head himself failing to get away and legs being crushed.  Quickly it became quiet, the magic dissipated, returning to it's original owners, as the building stopped crumbling.