[b]November 27th, 2019
1:24 PM, ET
GCU Library, Gotham[/b]

[@The Whacko]

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Before, Tommy would have considered more magic to be a good thing, but now that there was more magic? It was one disaster after another, and every single time magic was to blame. His usually mediocre heating runes now started fires and boiled water, his enchanted skateboard literally disintegrated beneath his feet, which sent him rolling into Bex’s art project, utterly ruining the thing - he wasn’t really sure what she’d made but it’d shattered like flimsy glass under his weight. That had only been the beginning; now Bex was pissed at him, Anna was suspicious of him, he hadn’t spoken to Pads in ages, and now [i]this[/i].

What the fuck is [i]that[/i] supposed to be?

It was seven feet tall at least, clearly undead and reeking like a corpse, and it was [i]disgusting[/i]. What the hell?! This was not a flesh golem, this was an abomination straight out of Hercules’ trials. They were supposed to fight this thing?

At least his dad seemed to know what he was doing, though it was clear the situation hadn’t meant to be this dangerous otherwise Tommy wouldn’t be here in the first place.

He threw something, a half formed spell of fluorescent pink energy that caused spots on the golem’s flesh to blacken and char, but his next spell went directly into the ceiling when he slipped on a pool of blood, landing on his back, brand new outfit covered in sticky red, and broken plaster falling towards his face. He rolled out of the way just in time to avoid the debris, righting himself as his dad distracted the creature. Good to see the man had survived getting batted across the room, not that Tommy had doubted his father’s chances.

The Nail, huh? But… did that mean...? It wasn’t [i]just[/i] a flesh golem, it was [i]possessed[/i], probably by a fucking demon because yay magic, the ley lines were jizzing all over the planet anyway so why the fuck not?

Tommy shook his head, looking at the creature in a new light. It wasn’t a pitiful golem dialed up to eleven, it was a legit threat to their lives, to the entire city’s lives probably. He began backing off, not at all eager to turn his back on the demon despite the need to make haste, and with good reason; as he neared the door and turned to run through it, a broken chair came flying at him. He didn't see it coming until it was too late, the force of the projectile carrying him clean through the door and out a window across the hall.

He was disoriented, and shuddered as the pain registered in his brain. Something was broken, but he didn’t know what and he didn’t exactly have time to figure it out. He didn’t even try standing, knowing it would only end badly, but he needed to help his dad and get the Nail. There was a way of course, with magic there was always a way… He forced his mind to focus, to pull on that energy within and see it; an orb with an oddly textured surface, and two rings making an ‘X’ in orbit around it, everything in shades of violet. He didn’t know what it was, but he saw it every time he transformed, and felt it’s energy pull at him.

The pain became muted as his skin darkened, color and sound became sharper as his eyes and hair reformed into violet light, and his mind found clarity as he found his Anodite form.

He was outside, surrounded by the remains of the chair that had hit him, and the shattered glass of the window he fell through. That didn’t matter now though, he rose into the air effortlessly, his movement easy in comparison to the struggle it’d been to even breathe moments before. He spied the car nearby, thankfully the parking lot was on this side of the building, and he zoomed towards it, popping open the trunk and locating the Silver Nail. He didn’t bother grabbing it with his hands, instead surrounding it in a violet aura, a glowing telekinetic spell, and flying back towards the window he’d fallen from, then through it and into the library again. As soon as he found his father and the monster again he threw the Nail with all his mental might at the back of the creature’s head.

But he missed, an awkward dizzying sensation causing him to lose focus, and the spell dropped the Silver Nail to the ground, landing perfectly between his dad and the golem. He dropped too, the energy that gave him his Anodite form felt thin and stretched, like it was threatening to rip at any second. He let it go, receding to that far away place, and he fell to his knees, human once more and breathing hard, but whole, whatever bone, or bones, had been broken before were now fine.