It was a stupid idea. Probably even worse than joining the Bureau, if he was honest. B u t... If it worked, then he had a weapon- weapons. It should work. There wasn't really any reason it wouldn't. Just whether or not it would be effective.
"It'd be cool if they were like pokemon, huh?" Elliott laughed quietly behind the building debris he'd taken refuge behind.
If it didn't work... Well, then he'll have pissed off a group of metal monsters and have to run away really fast.
His mark lit up. Elliott took a deep breath and peeked over his cover. Energy- magic?- surged through his arm. He stood and threw his arm out. Electricity discharged from his fingertips in a narrow bolt that struck the nearest droid. Lightning crawled over the center of its body and sparked over its joints. The droid collapsed.
"Ah," Elliott said, largely disappointed despite the small victory. That bit of magic hadn't been nearly so impressive as the one from his memories. And now he had slightly less than a half dozen other droids turned in his direction.
Heart leaping in his throat, Elliott ducked back down and ran.
"Uh, hey!" he said as he spotted another living soul as he weaved between buildings in an effort to lose them, "Don't go that way!"
2. Training
Well, now he knew one of his abilities worked anyway, but not keen on repeating his flight through the city, Elliott had decided that he should probably test all of his abilities in a slightly safer setting before trying again. There were plenty of empty buildings to choose from, now. Most of them were in some level of disrepair, but that worked perfectly well for his purposes, because at least one thing was going to be on fire.
Minutes later, many bits of decrepit office chairs were on fire. Elliott dove for the fire extinguisher, but the smoke alarm got there first.
"Really?" he moaned beneath the shrill shrieking while foam began to quell the flames. "The fire alarms work, but not the security alarm?"
3. Alien Flora
"Wow," Elliott gasped amid a stretch of alien plant-life. It was hot all of a sudden, the air sticky, but his wonder outweighed discomfort. He was drawn deeper despite the strange terrain, hopelessly fascinated. "This place is amazing."
Elliott whipped around, peering about for enemies, then drew his phone and snapped a few quick pictures.
"I wish I knew anything about collecting samples.."
4. Battle! tw; minor injury
Since the initial attack, Elliott hadn't gone anywhere without his sword. But he'd stayed largely at range, calling up transparent barriers edged in a slight glow with a prayer to ward off enemy fire and tending to the injured.
He'd only popped out to briefly cast a trail of fire across the ground to help hold the line, but it was enough that a stray laser clipped his shoulder.
Elliott dropped back behind cover with a short-lived yelp, green-tinged fingers immediately going to his injury to heal it.
"Ow. There sure is.. a lot of them, still. There probably really is a command center around here somewhere."
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It was a stupid idea. Probably even worse than joining the Bureau, if he was honest. B u t... If it worked, then he had a weapon- weapons. It should work. There wasn't really any reason it wouldn't. Just whether or not it would be effective.
"It'd be cool if they were like pokemon, huh?" Elliott laughed quietly behind the building debris he'd taken refuge behind.
If it didn't work... Well, then he'll have pissed off a group of metal monsters and have to run away really fast.
His mark lit up. Elliott took a deep breath and peeked over his cover. Energy- magic?- surged through his arm. He stood and threw his arm out. Electricity discharged from his fingertips in a narrow bolt that struck the nearest droid. Lightning crawled over the center of its body and sparked over its joints. The droid collapsed.
"Ah," Elliott said, largely disappointed despite the small victory. That bit of magic hadn't been nearly so impressive as the one from his memories. And now he had slightly less than a half dozen other droids turned in his direction.
Heart leaping in his throat, Elliott ducked back down and ran.
"Uh, hey!" he said as he spotted another living soul as he weaved between buildings in an effort to lose them, "Don't go that way!"
2. Training
Well, now he knew one of his abilities worked anyway, but not keen on repeating his flight through the city, Elliott had decided that he should probably test all of his abilities in a slightly safer setting before trying again. There were plenty of empty buildings to choose from, now. Most of them were in some level of disrepair, but that worked perfectly well for his purposes, because at least one thing was going to be on fire.
Minutes later, many bits of decrepit office chairs were on fire. Elliott dove for the fire extinguisher, but the smoke alarm got there first.
"Really?" he moaned beneath the shrill shrieking while foam began to quell the flames. "The fire alarms work, but not the security alarm?"
3. Alien Flora
"Wow," Elliott gasped amid a stretch of alien plant-life. It was hot all of a sudden, the air sticky, but his wonder outweighed discomfort. He was drawn deeper despite the strange terrain, hopelessly fascinated. "This place is amazing."
Elliott whipped around, peering about for enemies, then drew his phone and snapped a few quick pictures.
"I wish I knew anything about collecting samples.."
4. Battle! tw; minor injury
Since the initial attack, Elliott hadn't gone anywhere without his sword. But he'd stayed largely at range, calling up transparent barriers edged in a slight glow with a prayer to ward off enemy fire and tending to the injured.
He'd only popped out to briefly cast a trail of fire across the ground to help hold the line, but it was enough that a stray laser clipped his shoulder.
Elliott dropped back behind cover with a short-lived yelp, green-tinged fingers immediately going to his injury to heal it.
"Ow. There sure is.. a lot of them, still. There probably really is a command center around here somewhere."