one-armed-wonder

I almost had him, Soon-shin thought. His fist flies into a wall, causing a few bricks to crack and blood to trickle from his knuckles. If only they didn't interfere. Again, his fist is hurled into the wall. Soon-shin's thoughts switch to the group he had encountered. Who they were or why they attacked are answers that remain out of reach. All he can be sure of is that they were powerful, especially the two magi. The pyromancer easily defeated the tattooed man, and that power was effortlessly extinguished by the young girl. It would be best to avoid them if he could, yet they took away his prize. That poses another problem: where did they tak

A man takes a long drag from his cigarette as he inspects the area before him. The street and alley are a complete mess, with shattered glass and concrete everywhere. Parts of the sidewalk look like somebody took a jackhammer to them while scorch marks dot the pavement and buildings around them. He sweeps a hand through his auburn hair and wonders to himself how only two people could make such a mess. "Flóga," prompts a young girl, pulling on the man's burgundy suit. He watches her point off into the distance, where flashes of light and the sound of thunder echo from several blocks away. "Still wreaking havoc," he comments. "Well, I s

 Six figures sit in a darkened room, cloaked in robes that wrap around their bodies and cover their faces. They each mumble separate chants, their words mixing together into a chaotic hum. As if responding to their calls, a glow begins to emanate from each of their bodies. They become human candles, their lights repelling the darkness and causing the shadows to dance. These auras twist into the air before them, combining at the center of the room and weaving themselves into a single silver beacon. As if trying to preserve their creation, they change their separate prayers into a unified chant. They are so engulfed in meditation that they ta

        The night is tranquil, carrying a breeze that dances beneath the stars whose lights pierce the shadows of the cosmos. The moon is full, aiming its gaze onto the world below, giving light to those who have none. This peacefulness is disturbed only by the monotonous hum of conversation emanating from the streets and walkways of the city. The artificial lights are a stark contrast to the soft lights of the heavens, having been crafted by the clumsy hands of man. The beings themselves create chaos in the air, their yells, chats, and musings trying to overcome those of others as they walk. Like a wave of ants, they traverse the streets, st