As the sounds of combat clattered around him, Elliot laid his hands upon the obelisk. Heart pounding, he prayed that he could replicate the storm he brought up before. As the children fought with their griffins against the machines he began to realize both sides were only focused on each other. They had such a focus that it was almost as if he was not a factor, simply a bystander to this battle. He realized too late he had acted against his own better judgement.
The last time he acted under fearsome circumstances such as this someone died, and he regretted it ever since. Would he regret this? It was clear they were at war by how fiercely they fought each other. He had no information. No context as to why they were fighting. The children did not seem to be bad people, however the riders of the machines likely were decent people as well. Who was he, an outsider, to interfere in a war he knew nothing about?
And yet here he was...
Elliot realized there was no wind although the light grew brighter and brighter. Soon it embraced all around it. Even with his eyes closed he thought he may go blind. Eventually the light dimmed and Elliot reopened his eyes. He blinked a few times as he noticed his hands rested on the breastplate of a scowling man. Confusion came first as Elliot pulled away. What had just happened? Who was this? Why was he there?
Was he the god that the girl had mentioned?
Then Elliot heard a shriek and glanced around to figure out what had happened. The machines had been dealt with by the children's powers. Whatever transformation they had undergone could only be described as incredible. However he quickly noticed the fiends had come out en-mass and were now swarming a trapped griffin. The girl raced desperately to rescue it. Even with her transformation, Elliot had a hard time believing she could succeed.
What could he do?
His experience and success fighting was more luck driven than skill. Even if he had been talented charging into a mass of fiends like that could only be considered suicide even with blood that can harm those creatures. What malice could create such fiends anyways? He then looked back upon the man before him. His one good option.
"Sir," Elliot's words felt heavy. Important. He knew the next words he said would change his life forever. "Forgive me for disturbing you. If you are who I understand you to be, then your worshiper has grave need of your assistance." He pointed in the direction of the girl and griffin. "I, Elliot Allard the Last, will accept whatever punishment you have in mind for me for disturbing you. Please aid the young miss. That is all I ask."
He could not imagine a better way to approach this. If this were in fact the Wind God the girl mentioned then what could he do to avoid retribution? Elliot was just a mortal. The Fates would decide now how this turned out. The least he could do was to accept responsibility for his error and correct it with a call for assistance. He could only pray the Fates would be kind to him.
The last time he acted under fearsome circumstances such as this someone died, and he regretted it ever since. Would he regret this? It was clear they were at war by how fiercely they fought each other. He had no information. No context as to why they were fighting. The children did not seem to be bad people, however the riders of the machines likely were decent people as well. Who was he, an outsider, to interfere in a war he knew nothing about?
And yet here he was...
Elliot realized there was no wind although the light grew brighter and brighter. Soon it embraced all around it. Even with his eyes closed he thought he may go blind. Eventually the light dimmed and Elliot reopened his eyes. He blinked a few times as he noticed his hands rested on the breastplate of a scowling man. Confusion came first as Elliot pulled away. What had just happened? Who was this? Why was he there?
Was he the god that the girl had mentioned?
Then Elliot heard a shriek and glanced around to figure out what had happened. The machines had been dealt with by the children's powers. Whatever transformation they had undergone could only be described as incredible. However he quickly noticed the fiends had come out en-mass and were now swarming a trapped griffin. The girl raced desperately to rescue it. Even with her transformation, Elliot had a hard time believing she could succeed.
What could he do?
His experience and success fighting was more luck driven than skill. Even if he had been talented charging into a mass of fiends like that could only be considered suicide even with blood that can harm those creatures. What malice could create such fiends anyways? He then looked back upon the man before him. His one good option.
"Sir," Elliot's words felt heavy. Important. He knew the next words he said would change his life forever. "Forgive me for disturbing you. If you are who I understand you to be, then your worshiper has grave need of your assistance." He pointed in the direction of the girl and griffin. "I, Elliot Allard the Last, will accept whatever punishment you have in mind for me for disturbing you. Please aid the young miss. That is all I ask."
He could not imagine a better way to approach this. If this were in fact the Wind God the girl mentioned then what could he do to avoid retribution? Elliot was just a mortal. The Fates would decide now how this turned out. The least he could do was to accept responsibility for his error and correct it with a call for assistance. He could only pray the Fates would be kind to him.