Xiro Zean
Lord ZeeThe prince used the momentum from his swing to pivot himself so that his feet connected with the tree behind the mage. The impact was jarring and almost made his legs buckle, not to mention his vision went dark for a scary second. It was at that precise moment that he realized that if he stopped moving, even for the briefest of moments, he would be finished. Thus, he realized that ending this in the next instant was his best chance at surviving.
Using his legs to propel himself off of the tree, Asher shot at the mage once more. In his pitiful state, the prince almost didn’t realize that the mage had already fired off another bolt of electricity before it was too late. He was just barely able to veer out of its way, but the lightning still managed to graze his rib cage. A ragged gasp escaped him and his grip on his sword became precarious. Very little coherent thought was running through his head, as it was taking every ounce of willpower and stubbornness he had just to keep his eyes open.
Almost instinctively, the prince lashed out with Balmung as he passed the mage, aiming roughly at his midsection, before he more or less crashed into the ground. On impact, Asher skidded along the ground for a few feet on his knees and elbows, finally losing his grip on the sword in the process. His breath came out in pained gasps as he covered the mage’s souvenir with his good hand while the one that had held Balmung was little more than blisters and burns. And the worst part was that he wasn’t even sure if his sword had connected with his target yet.
This is bad. Real bad. Asher tried desperately to get up from his kneeling position, but his body just wasn’t responding to him and his vision was slowly fading. Come on! Move!
Using his legs to propel himself off of the tree, Asher shot at the mage once more. In his pitiful state, the prince almost didn’t realize that the mage had already fired off another bolt of electricity before it was too late. He was just barely able to veer out of its way, but the lightning still managed to graze his rib cage. A ragged gasp escaped him and his grip on his sword became precarious. Very little coherent thought was running through his head, as it was taking every ounce of willpower and stubbornness he had just to keep his eyes open.
Almost instinctively, the prince lashed out with Balmung as he passed the mage, aiming roughly at his midsection, before he more or less crashed into the ground. On impact, Asher skidded along the ground for a few feet on his knees and elbows, finally losing his grip on the sword in the process. His breath came out in pained gasps as he covered the mage’s souvenir with his good hand while the one that had held Balmung was little more than blisters and burns. And the worst part was that he wasn’t even sure if his sword had connected with his target yet.
This is bad. Real bad. Asher tried desperately to get up from his kneeling position, but his body just wasn’t responding to him and his vision was slowly fading. Come on! Move!