Jaeden gave a sigh, rolling his eyes slightly at the hush comment as he began wiping his blade clean along Ildton’s shirt. “Hush, hush she says,” Jaeden muttered under his breath looking back towards the fog and the approaching footsteps. “What does she think I am, some petulant child bugging her while she‘s studying the “How to be a sexy Konti“ guideboooooooooowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?” Jaeden’s eyes widened a little bit as the rapidly spinning globe of water hovered over the Konti’s head, high currents of air appearing like blurred colors over the crystal blue liquid. Not a single drop dripped from this sphere as a pressure in the air around him could be felt, causing the hairs along the back of his neck to stand up on end. The Konti‘s voice echoed in the song tone, almost reverberating in a wide open area that would offer almost no element for such. “Okay, hushing up now.” Jaeden simply said as he looked back to the fog, resting the blade of his sword along his shoulder. A few ticks later, Somar and Daiss came stepping out of the fog, aggravated looks upon their faces. Those appearances changed to looks of awe and fear, as they looked up to see the massive spell being formed by the Konti. At that moment, injured as they were, both of them realized there was nothing they could do as the Konti echoed the final words of her song. “Yep, you’re pretty much petched,” Jaeden said to them, holding his hand up and giving them a small wave of departure. “Buh-bye now.” The streams of high pressurized water then came, zipping past Jaeden faster than he could follow with his gaze. He could feel the rush of air and the moisture the water left in it’s wake and simply held out his hand and looked to the sky as if checking for rain. The slavers felt something entirely more painful as the small jets of water punched through their clothing and flesh, knocking them back in staggered steps before impacting with the ground behind them, causing small divots and craters as a result. Both of the slavers paused, still standing for a moment as blank looks crossed their features. Slowly they looked down to their chests, seeing several small holes lining the front of their shirts. A pinkish tint then began to appear, discoloring the fabric, spreading out and growing darker. They soon realized that this warm, wet feeling was their own blood pouring out of their body. Both of them fell to the ground, slowly gasping for air as their final moments in life approached. Jaeden just gave a subtle nod before turning back to the Konti. A few steps carried him over next to her before quick reaction saw him supporting her weight as Magic began taxing her body, causing her legs to give out momentarily. “Easy there,” Jaeden said as her arm draped over his shoulder, his own slipping around her back. “You can let it go now. They’re defeated.” |