The flame in Drache's hand was all the gesture that the "male" sprite needed. He floated upward, a small flame, his "sister" following after him. What appeared to be eyes looked at Drache, deciding to trust her. She was fire after all. Fire could be trusted. When he was close enough, Drache could feel him take control of the fire she'd summoned, and it became his. He then transferred it to his sister, and Drache could feel her getting a little bit stronger.
The brother moved against Drache, letting his warmth wash over her. He pulled himself over her entirely, encasing her in magical fire, his core floating over her stomach. She could hear him speaking to her, "You make fire. I control." His sister hung close, behind him, timid. She cast out a thought that Laurel and Drache could hear, but directed at the alufiend. "I know where more fire."
Laurel rushed over to the sister and pulled her into a tight embrace, so very glad that they were momentarily safe. The sprite enveloped her in a thin layer of fire just as her brother had for Drache. Laurel then jumped down the pit, with a scream of glee and excitement.
The serpent was chasing Sirik through the temple, destroying many of the stone buildings and artwork. Sirik led the creature to a dead end, flying toward the wall. He turned in air, hit the wall hard with his feet, crouched down, and sprang back toward the creature. His body glowed with his magic, a deep purple field around him, that was in the shape of his own body. The creature opened its maw, and Sirik dove right through. His magic protected him and let him slice through the creature like a hot fire poker through butter.
But the creature flinched and Sirik missed his mark, the core, by a hair's breadth. He popped out the back of the creature, having done a massive amount of damage, but his magic was spent. The creature's tail flicked, catching him hard across the stomach and throwing him across the room. He hit the stone hard, and rolled to a stop. He managed to get himself to standing, a true testament to his physical strength. But it was obvious he didn't have much left in it, his entire plan had been around a single, powerful strike. Kraven was busy fighting off the smaller wraiths with his imbued blades.
Laurel's descent had brought her deep into the ground, feeling the heat of lava below her. She had let herself go, simply giving into the desires and plans for the little sprite. The sprite slowed the descent, putting Laurel just above the churning magma, in a massive cavern. She'd never felt so much heat, so much glow. She thought to her new friend, "I can't control lava."
She felt the playful sprite chuckle, "This not just lava. It heart of fire temple. Heart dying. But heart beat one last time, beat for temple's last guardians." Then Laurel felt the sprite asking for her magic, and she gave what little she had left to it. She felt the sprite asking for the fire and the heat from the "heart", and the form around her swelled and swelled with power. Laurel was in ecstasy from the amount of power, an unbelievable amount of it. When the fire was concentrated, the heat absorbed, Laurel and her friend were glowing white hot, and everything around them was now dead stone, cold. Then the pair shot the white hot blast of fire upward through the pit, to give more fuel to her brother and Drache.
Her brother was waiting, knowing his sister would come through. Drache would feel his sadness, that in order to survive, they'd kill their precious temple. The great serpent turned its attention back to the half-dragon. It lurched back, and a powerful blast of water was shot toward her. But Drache could feel the fire welling from the pit. "Ready."
Drache would know that all she'd have to do is release the energy, and her companion would aid her in controlling it all in a single massive burst.
The brother moved against Drache, letting his warmth wash over her. He pulled himself over her entirely, encasing her in magical fire, his core floating over her stomach. She could hear him speaking to her, "You make fire. I control." His sister hung close, behind him, timid. She cast out a thought that Laurel and Drache could hear, but directed at the alufiend. "I know where more fire."
Laurel rushed over to the sister and pulled her into a tight embrace, so very glad that they were momentarily safe. The sprite enveloped her in a thin layer of fire just as her brother had for Drache. Laurel then jumped down the pit, with a scream of glee and excitement.
The serpent was chasing Sirik through the temple, destroying many of the stone buildings and artwork. Sirik led the creature to a dead end, flying toward the wall. He turned in air, hit the wall hard with his feet, crouched down, and sprang back toward the creature. His body glowed with his magic, a deep purple field around him, that was in the shape of his own body. The creature opened its maw, and Sirik dove right through. His magic protected him and let him slice through the creature like a hot fire poker through butter.
But the creature flinched and Sirik missed his mark, the core, by a hair's breadth. He popped out the back of the creature, having done a massive amount of damage, but his magic was spent. The creature's tail flicked, catching him hard across the stomach and throwing him across the room. He hit the stone hard, and rolled to a stop. He managed to get himself to standing, a true testament to his physical strength. But it was obvious he didn't have much left in it, his entire plan had been around a single, powerful strike. Kraven was busy fighting off the smaller wraiths with his imbued blades.
Laurel's descent had brought her deep into the ground, feeling the heat of lava below her. She had let herself go, simply giving into the desires and plans for the little sprite. The sprite slowed the descent, putting Laurel just above the churning magma, in a massive cavern. She'd never felt so much heat, so much glow. She thought to her new friend, "I can't control lava."
She felt the playful sprite chuckle, "This not just lava. It heart of fire temple. Heart dying. But heart beat one last time, beat for temple's last guardians." Then Laurel felt the sprite asking for her magic, and she gave what little she had left to it. She felt the sprite asking for the fire and the heat from the "heart", and the form around her swelled and swelled with power. Laurel was in ecstasy from the amount of power, an unbelievable amount of it. When the fire was concentrated, the heat absorbed, Laurel and her friend were glowing white hot, and everything around them was now dead stone, cold. Then the pair shot the white hot blast of fire upward through the pit, to give more fuel to her brother and Drache.
Her brother was waiting, knowing his sister would come through. Drache would feel his sadness, that in order to survive, they'd kill their precious temple. The great serpent turned its attention back to the half-dragon. It lurched back, and a powerful blast of water was shot toward her. But Drache could feel the fire welling from the pit. "Ready."
Drache would know that all she'd have to do is release the energy, and her companion would aid her in controlling it all in a single massive burst.