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Vivian was coming in and out of her own consciousness, the head trauma from her fall was resulting in partial loss of awareness. She was holding herself steady with the remains of her sunlight gathered from when the golden orb was still out slowly depleting. She could feel it but the remains were just enough to keep her steady. The warmth of Apollo's light gave her enough strength to keep herself from peril, but she was useless. The fight against those creatures as well as against what became of them when they combined was, as she had partially observed, was getting to the end.
Emma, the Daughter of Nyx, was powerful. Vivian sensed something within her and, while she could sense the power, something about the pale-looking girl frightened her. She was thankful she had been present and did what she did when she did, but Vivian felt a sense of dread build from the pit of her stomach and consume her entire body. If she wasn't already weak from her injuries, this feeling would have certainly done its job. The way she was able to create the portal that threatened to consume all life -- not just organic life but anything that dared get in front of it -- scared Vivian. She actually could feel herself shaking uncontrollably.
And what made matters worse for her was just how unaffected the titan creature was by it, though something brought Vivian out of her nearly-completed, too-terrified-to-move state was the attempt to push him in. First came Jonas Highwind, the ever-powerful Son of Ares. With as much pushback the creature had given, Jonas gave just as much in return from the opposite end. The result of this was both at a stalemate, both unable to fend off the other. Vivian panicked almost. She hadn’t such a feat of strength since the Grand Tournament last year.
She watched even further, unable to peel herself away from the fight. She could see it when others probably could not. Being the daughter of light enabled Vivian Lucasta the passive of being able to see in the light. Darkness might be devoid of it but the light was present if it came from within and soon Vivian was blinded by a blue light suddenly coming in, then the sound of said arrival nearly deafening her.
And then came his attack. Blinding, fast, and brilliantly powerful, an explosion of electricity that lit up the area was enough to not only temporarily suspend the creature into the air, but when contact was made, it had not only pushed it further into the portal that was created from Emma, it had a foot into oblivion.
“Almost there. You can do it, guys!”
Emma, the Daughter of Nyx, was powerful. Vivian sensed something within her and, while she could sense the power, something about the pale-looking girl frightened her. She was thankful she had been present and did what she did when she did, but Vivian felt a sense of dread build from the pit of her stomach and consume her entire body. If she wasn't already weak from her injuries, this feeling would have certainly done its job. The way she was able to create the portal that threatened to consume all life -- not just organic life but anything that dared get in front of it -- scared Vivian. She actually could feel herself shaking uncontrollably.
And what made matters worse for her was just how unaffected the titan creature was by it, though something brought Vivian out of her nearly-completed, too-terrified-to-move state was the attempt to push him in. First came Jonas Highwind, the ever-powerful Son of Ares. With as much pushback the creature had given, Jonas gave just as much in return from the opposite end. The result of this was both at a stalemate, both unable to fend off the other. Vivian panicked almost. She hadn’t such a feat of strength since the Grand Tournament last year.
She watched even further, unable to peel herself away from the fight. She could see it when others probably could not. Being the daughter of light enabled Vivian Lucasta the passive of being able to see in the light. Darkness might be devoid of it but the light was present if it came from within and soon Vivian was blinded by a blue light suddenly coming in, then the sound of said arrival nearly deafening her.
And then came his attack. Blinding, fast, and brilliantly powerful, an explosion of electricity that lit up the area was enough to not only temporarily suspend the creature into the air, but when contact was made, it had not only pushed it further into the portal that was created from Emma, it had a foot into oblivion.
“Almost there. You can do it, guys!”
Damien Black had never thought of himself as the sort of person who liked to fight. He only did it to alleviate whatever intense emotions he was experiencing at the moment. Whether it was rage or sadness, he fought to siphon it out because that’s what he did. Damien was a siphoner. It was a weird title to be sure, but it was one that fit him like a ray of sunshine fit the Apollo kids. He was the person to go to if you ever needed to give excess power to. He had a knack for literally sucking it out, though it came with a heavy toll. After a while, though the exact time remains unknown to Damien, it will backfire on him and rid him of every ounce of physical endurance and he will practically be paralyzed for weeks.
The burden of wearing the crown is heavy. So that’s why Damien doesn’t use this particular gift, but when his sister jumps into battle, who rarely does so, how could he not follow suit? And surely for those among the partygoers who could fight, who among them could handle Emma’s burden? Who among them had the capacity to take in her excess so her dangerous, if not useful, connection to the void didn’t consume them all? Damien was the only one who could possibly fill that particular void.
He stood not too far from where Emma did. They were close enough to where one of her hands had remained connected to his, a literal symbol of his connection to hers. In any situation where danger was present and she had to jump into the fray, Damien held onto his sister in at least one way. When she created it, immediately the power flowing through her, which was to say the amount of raw energy flowing through both of them would make a lesser man crumble under the pressure, but with his heightened state from the moon and darkness, in addition to just how much Damien could withstand, he truly was able to endure through it and in turn, converting her light into his darkness, thus growing the shadow behind him that connected with the void portal.
“Keep it going, Emma!” Damien took in a deep breath, looking at the others. “Now’s your chance!”
And they took it in strides. Jonas Highwind had been the first to leap into action and then came the surprising -- and late arrival -- of Liam Kruger, son of Zeus as he came pouring down from the sky and chose to take his sweet ass time.
“Oh sure, it’s not like we’re on a strict schedule or anything.” Damien only rolled his eyes, ignoring just how long Liam was taking and instead focused on not being consumed by Emma’s power or his own for that matter. It wasn’t highly difficult, but the more time spent keeping it at bay was less time Damien could spend not depleting whatever strength he might have left after they secured a win.
And then Liam struck, adding to Jonas attempt as well. This was perfect. The beast had one foot in and Damien knew he could also add to the victory. He raised a free hand, shadows hugging to his arm and outstretching their form, contorting and swirling in the air. Like a snake, they slithered around the void, consuming the outer edges and had grabbed onto the beast. Each shadow tendril was like an infinite amount of rope that constricted the beast with three times the force that came from it trying to break free.
As Damien had dramatically closed his fist, the beast no longer had any limb, yet it remained in this dimension. It was on the literal verge of no longer being of this world. Damien only wished the final nudge into the portal would not take long. He did not know how much longer he could last without permanently damaging his body.
The burden of wearing the crown is heavy. So that’s why Damien doesn’t use this particular gift, but when his sister jumps into battle, who rarely does so, how could he not follow suit? And surely for those among the partygoers who could fight, who among them could handle Emma’s burden? Who among them had the capacity to take in her excess so her dangerous, if not useful, connection to the void didn’t consume them all? Damien was the only one who could possibly fill that particular void.
He stood not too far from where Emma did. They were close enough to where one of her hands had remained connected to his, a literal symbol of his connection to hers. In any situation where danger was present and she had to jump into the fray, Damien held onto his sister in at least one way. When she created it, immediately the power flowing through her, which was to say the amount of raw energy flowing through both of them would make a lesser man crumble under the pressure, but with his heightened state from the moon and darkness, in addition to just how much Damien could withstand, he truly was able to endure through it and in turn, converting her light into his darkness, thus growing the shadow behind him that connected with the void portal.
“Keep it going, Emma!” Damien took in a deep breath, looking at the others. “Now’s your chance!”
And they took it in strides. Jonas Highwind had been the first to leap into action and then came the surprising -- and late arrival -- of Liam Kruger, son of Zeus as he came pouring down from the sky and chose to take his sweet ass time.
“Oh sure, it’s not like we’re on a strict schedule or anything.” Damien only rolled his eyes, ignoring just how long Liam was taking and instead focused on not being consumed by Emma’s power or his own for that matter. It wasn’t highly difficult, but the more time spent keeping it at bay was less time Damien could spend not depleting whatever strength he might have left after they secured a win.
And then Liam struck, adding to Jonas attempt as well. This was perfect. The beast had one foot in and Damien knew he could also add to the victory. He raised a free hand, shadows hugging to his arm and outstretching their form, contorting and swirling in the air. Like a snake, they slithered around the void, consuming the outer edges and had grabbed onto the beast. Each shadow tendril was like an infinite amount of rope that constricted the beast with three times the force that came from it trying to break free.
As Damien had dramatically closed his fist, the beast no longer had any limb, yet it remained in this dimension. It was on the literal verge of no longer being of this world. Damien only wished the final nudge into the portal would not take long. He did not know how much longer he could last without permanently damaging his body.
