Stars of Hax: Stars Eleventh

Mountain Flame Training (Magenta Opps arc:End)

The air becomes moist and somewhat salty, the ground nourished and damp while the faint sound of seagulls travel through the medium.

Kyjah steps on the sparse rocks dotted on the mega lake he has reaches, plunged right in the middle of such a biome that's incompatible with it.

He makes the step on the last rock and looks far into the horizon, seeing the peaks of a mountainous island ahead which he points to as his final destination.

The water's tides splash against his legs, soaking the shoes he's had on since this morning when he followed Elijah outside. Taking a stretched look at the rest of the thin and vulnerable to soak clothing he has on, he does a pose of a run instead of a dive.

Once the dies and waves in his way momentarily set to sea level and allow the straight line to the mountain range be free of obstructions, he takes off with a leap force that helps him glide on the surface tension of the cold water.

He accelerates fast enough to stay on the surface, avoiding swimming to avoid soggy clothing.

Nature isn't going to let him have a smooth sail by hindering her processes. Tides still rise and waves are still formed in his path. He can leap over the small ones with a curve fast enough to keep most of his velocity.

When larger ones abruptly burst uncannily, he's forced to pull a risky move from racing and running games: he drifts by leaning on a hand and brushing his strides at a low angle to the surface.

It works and helps him create tight turns around all the tides and even some very violent and broad waves, an example of some constant phenomena that keeps Kyjah incessantly drifting.

The drifting isn't going to be efficient against a colossal wave armada rising up against the magenta hax challenge. Kyjah looks up and leans out of drifting, knowing how he's going to deal with the lake's ultimate move.

However, he knows he can't control that force but believes the only ignition it needs is the intense fear and anxiety reigning through his waist up to his next against the boldness in his head from bolting towards it.

The closer he approaches, the less likely it is that the blast will actually show up to save him so he focuses on making sure a plan B goes into motion.

Such motion is upwards into the sky as he treats the wave as a steep hill to run up on to get above it.

Still heeding control over that energy, Kyjah randomly swings both his arms backward, launching the blast behind with a light kilometer flash of blue, blasting through the fake sea.

The wave immediately becomes water vapour in a sphere that continues to expand in all directions where everything is becoming water vapour.

The radius even reaches the clouds in the sky, vaporizing them as well.

In a lamp-lined cave with one of the peaks of the island that's about to receive a visitor, a meeting between a small group of people dressed as locals—wearing modern-shaped clothing of animal skin lines with stones where threads are to be— occurs in a round arrangement.

"The hunters say he's on his way here and I think it clear for that flame."

"This last time to capture it."

"This last method to try. Must work."

"Thanks to bandits. There hope."

Many crows chill on the stony grounds which are flat but high-up to the sea, a cliff, painting a horror scene until they decompose that feel when they leave as another organism of considerable mass crashes and grazes through the grounds.