Tris was just stuck with his eyes on the book. – The blessing of Sol, reflected on his notebook. . Yet seemed almost abnormal. Runes scribbled in the corner seemed to just glow at the light, and the Bard just smiled. His pen, with black ink moved onto the paper, seemingly scribbling runes on every piece of paper, but they always seemed to change from paper to paper. Almost like each had its own use.
"So. . This rune is Implode. . This rune Fire. . It should explode when I infuse it with my power. . Right?"
He asked himself, pondering lightly as the sun made them glow, moving his book slightly as to be more into the light. His fingers moved to trace the rune, its golden glow increasing across the whole paper for a moment, when it dissipated, left behind was only the runes, which looked like they were imprinted into the paper by something else rather than just a pen.
"Second. . Wind and Implode. Should cause a strong enough Kinetic blast to down a target. . Or at least steal some seconds from a strong enough shadow. ."
Tris mumbled to himself once more, his hand moving over to the next page and starting to scribble two runes. . Simply letting them imprint once more. . – Then he moved over to another page. . Contemplating for a second before his Hand swiftly began repeating the Implode and Fire rune over and over again. Filling the entire page. Simply giving a grin. In the end why not make a bomb capable of destroying a big monster? People in books always have a last resort. So why wouldn't he! Though – As he moved it to the light, as the runes carved themselves into the paper, He clenched his teeth. Clearly it was taking some of his energy, and as such. . He might have overdone himself just a small bit.
A bitter chuckle left his lips as they were done imprinting, closing. He did not wish to strain himself any longer. Nor did he need to. But only now. Did he realize his mistake. – Sol's blessing was spread over the planet of earth. That was for sure. . But in this moment, he did not just use some lost sparks. He concentrated it into the paper, filling every rune at once. – He could feel it, clearly, The energy flowing in the air right before the process finished. . – If he could, what else could do the exact same?
"Oh my- Oh oh my. . Cursed I be. . I blame it on Fen."
He spoke blinking. Swiftly moving, he closed the book. Leaving the car rather fast, not wishing to fight in a restrained area. . His body moved, clenching the book. Seemingly his position changed, graceful dance like moves returning in mere moments. – Just as in the past, he clenched his teeth. Now clearly more painful than just the runes. In front of himself began weaving themselves strings of white energy, forming his plain metallic glaive as he reached forward and grabbed it with both hands. But not before setting his book at his waist, for an easy access point to throw the runes. – While holding the glaive in one hand, he took out his phone. Attempting to Dial Fen!
"Come on. . If you aren't here its hard to transfer the blame-"
Then, the phone picked up. But right in that moment. The shadows around him came up, forming around a core in their middle, and weapons in their hands, both wielding daggers in both hands. His ears perked up, speaking before Fen.
"TWO?! WHAT THE HELL. TWO DOWN SHARDS IN ONE PLACE?!"
Realizing the call was on, he swiftly added, grinning.
"FEN, what did you have in the god damn car. . "
And as such, the fight was on, the shadows raised and attempted to slash at him, their black daggers missing him entirely as he used the black glaive to balance his body, following his dance-like fighting style and stance. He raised it, with another swift move it was lowered. With one hand he attempted to slash off one of the shadow's hands. Yet, his force was not enough. – Holding the phone in the other hand also perhaps was the cause of this. . So, he could barely go half into it, before having to retreat as to not leave the opening.
His feet moved up as he leaped. His feet going straight into both of their faces! Using the force he launched himself back quite a good distance, beginning to move in a circle around the shadows, his body flipping fully in two pirouette like moves, or perhaps spins, taking it was only a half-dance. Using this technique, his body began circling them, keeping his safe distance with a grin.
"Wha- TWO?! I- I- Just left my weapon compressed! I didn't know-"
Fen answered, in the background you could almost hear the other four speaking, wondering why he was so panicked all of the sudden. Tris followed with a chuckle, grin widening. He let out a small yawn as he continued to spin.
"I can handle them. – I have my Rune book. OR- I think AT LEAST!"
Suddenly, the book at his waist began flipping its pages, one page leaving it in a float like motion. Tris changed his position, stance moving as he span forward once, almost closing the entire gap as he leaped lightly, his hand slashed the paper. . The runes were the ones he just wrote earlier. – His Glaive piercing it. – Right in that moment, he it imploded into a heavy burst of wind, shooting him high into the air. . Yet it was not all, on the other side of the paper stood a hidden page. The following runes hidden on it. 'Fire, Implode' – Seeing it, he grinned widely. His hand moved back, as he just threw the glaive forward!
The glaive flew into the air, piercing itself into the paper. – And with that, moving it forward. Right in front of a shadow. Falling at its feet. It exploded into a burst of fire and wind, the fire circling the shadow in mere moments, a loud crack could be heard as the fire died down. Another paper flew out of the book, ripping itself down under Tris's feet, reading the following. 'Wind' As such, it gave him a small boost, making his fall much more easier as he landed, scrapping onto the cement floor lightly.
"Piece of- One down!"
He spoke, grin still on his face as he was scrapped lightly. Yet, as the usual. He did not bleed, just groaned in pain, while the blood refused to leave his wound.
"For the love of Sol-"
That was the only line Fen could speak, before suddenly, Tris lost count of where the second shadow could be within the smoke. As it cleared out, white broken shards from the destroyed one were clearly on the ground. But where was the missing one? – And that is, what we are about to find out! A small sound of steel cutting the air could be heard, as two daggers pierced Tris's arm lightly.
"Eek-!"
He let out an audible squeak as the blade pierced his skin. His ears giving a flicker as he launched himself onto the ground, further from the shadow. Currently in grueling pain, his body just moving as well as it could, attempting to keep the blood moving swiftly and ongoing. His eyes settling onto the shadow behind him, his blood left on the tip of its daggers. – And in the current moment. A second paper slid from his book, and the last prepared one. A 'Wind Implode', he raised his hand, clenching his winds. . The scroll floated.
The shadow mindlessly looked at him, thinking it had won. But it never was that simple. While unable to move, he wasn't unable to think. The implosion would only temporarily get him away. . So. In an instant threads of light formed themselves as the male offered a grim grin. Four dagger of light as he instantly ripped the paper. – In mere seconds this all happened, the dagger shooting out and destroying the core, as the paper imploded in a massive wind burst, the force shattering the now white core in a sound akin to a kinetic blast
He just began cackling lightly, his concentration leaving the fight fully. Going back to his own body. Thanks to such. . He was in a better state to actually walk. . Slowly but surely moving over to the phone, picking it up. . Somehow, despite everything that has happened, not being broken.
"Right- Dead, I win. You suck."
Tris spoke into the phone, picking it up as the glaive and daggers dissipated into light, he just gave a second cackle, this seemed hilarious.
"You are UTTERLY. . Unhinged."
Fen's voice spoke from the call, yet. It echoed lightly as the sound came from towards the shop. . Gladly, seemingly people were too busy to look at what seemed like a show. He just walked over, blinking. But looking glad the child was fine! On the other side Tris grinned.
"Utterly might be an understatemeentt!~"
He added with a pout, holding his wounds. Now that the stress of the battle was gone, and his concentration was on his body, they were beginning to patch themselves up! Slowly but surely. He just moved, and gave a sigh.
"Used all the runes?"
Tris gave a nod to Fens question. He was NOT going to tell him about the big ass bomb he has created. Mainly due to it also being the fault of the shadows arriving. His grin was just wide, the Sol blessing falling onto his skin, his eyes slightly more closed due to their light.
"Alll!~ Did you just place the four 'adults' to wait inside hmm? Worse than the car."
He added with a smile. His hands moving, his body recovered fast, but not his mind, taking the amount of creation tinkers he did today. . Yet he had to do one last tinker. His clothes began repairing themselves of any hole, he just grinned once more. What a good trick!
"What ranks were the shadows? Speak."
Fen tapped his foot against the ground. Tris looked back to see.
"Uhhh- Seemingly lower middle rank. . I fought a middle rank back in my break. . Not to hard to handle. . With Runes."
He answered, trying to see strong. Yet, this fight gave him BIG troubles. .
"Mhmm, get in the car. . Were almost done."
Fen spoke, slightly exasperated. Seemingly not that worried, taking Tris's ability to heal and such.
"Mhmm, who would've thought. The Sol child is once more bound to go and cover himself from his Father's light!~"
He chuckle, simply grabbing his book that float around, and moving into the car. . Slamming the door shut. Giving a sharp exhale.
"Never, Again."
The bard spoke out loudly, his eyes reflecting onto the front mirror of the car. . Seemingly for a moment they took an almost bestial appearance. Stars moving trough them almost wildly, never having limits, just as the true ones. – In the end, his only limit was how much his mental could handle. How much could such a young star, that finally started burning again last? Will it fall, its burn faltering against whatever Dawn God hates him? Or will he rise unshackled, to tackle and grow whatever challenge is thrown at him. Just to anger and spite this peculiar God. . – Such, even he cannot tell, as his limits are what he places himself, And about how much he can handle. Yet with time, the pain falls as well, and his power's prices become less and less. . Perhaps, by the end. He will finally be able to call himself a warrior in his own rights. . Fen's team would have had no issues to deal with such shadows. Yet he was one, outnumbered, only some pieces of paper to server him, and a glaive who could barely slash trough the higher rank's misty flesh. .