Wash, down. Greg? Down. Casey was still up, still mov'n so two out of four ain't all that bad- they just had the one rift and the few scragglers. Destroy the rift. Kill the Nox. Get everyone home. Like any good surgery he broke it down into simple, manageable steps. Saw what was and what needed to be, imagined the steps in between.
The rift was presenting a problem for all that he was still sprinting forward and shoving Nox into the spikes Greg provided so well. Fewer and fewer on the way down- then Casey provides the answer. He'd never done this much before- but then again he'd never hauled someone up bodily and carried them before. It didn't matter if he COULD.
It mattered that he NEEDED to. COULD he or couldn't he wasn't a question. Failure was not an option, not now. Not when the scraggly limbs of more Nox started to drip down from it. Leonard didn't think. He swung his hands down (still sorting out what physical gestures got the best results, testing was still inconclusive) much like he was grabbing weeds back and the Ranch and yanked. It felt right. It felt appropriate and the spikes cracked free of the pavement. They hovered and burned, moving forward with him as he sprinted the last few steps, twisting and hurling his arm forward as though throwing a javelin.
Or a football. That was more muscle memory, he'd never HELD a javelin before.
They spiraled, they flew, they cracked into the Rift like missiles of doom and shred it to bits, sealing it off and ending the rest of the Nox in the area.
For a moment Leonard stood, winded and aching and staring. They'd just- done what they couldn't the first day.
They'd closed a rift.
With minimal damage.
With only their magic.
"...HELL YEAH!" Clearly a fist pump was appropriate. Then again that was probably just the adrenaline.
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The rift was presenting a problem for all that he was still sprinting forward and shoving Nox into the spikes Greg provided so well. Fewer and fewer on the way down- then Casey provides the answer. He'd never done this much before- but then again he'd never hauled someone up bodily and carried them before. It didn't matter if he COULD.
It mattered that he NEEDED to. COULD he or couldn't he wasn't a question. Failure was not an option, not now. Not when the scraggly limbs of more Nox started to drip down from it. Leonard didn't think. He swung his hands down (still sorting out what physical gestures got the best results, testing was still inconclusive) much like he was grabbing weeds back and the Ranch and yanked. It felt right. It felt appropriate and the spikes cracked free of the pavement. They hovered and burned, moving forward with him as he sprinted the last few steps, twisting and hurling his arm forward as though throwing a javelin.
Or a football. That was more muscle memory, he'd never HELD a javelin before.
They spiraled, they flew, they cracked into the Rift like missiles of doom and shred it to bits, sealing it off and ending the rest of the Nox in the area.
For a moment Leonard stood, winded and aching and staring. They'd just- done what they couldn't the first day.
They'd closed a rift.
With minimal damage.
With only their magic.
"...HELL YEAH!" Clearly a fist pump was appropriate. Then again that was probably just the adrenaline.