Clyde was not a stupid man. He of course would not be sitting out in the open, without being able to defend himself. And while his guard dog was good at alerting him to danger, even in the dark of night, and would leap to his aid to attack should a enemy arrive, really, he could take care of himself. The dog was there more as an alarm, so he could prepare.
Once he had enough res in the ground, soaked up, he began to swirl it near the surface. As he did, he used earth attraction, to pull the ground up to the res, which had soaked into it. As he did, a spike rose out of the ground, about 6 inches long, with a odd swirled nature due to the way he had swirled the res, making it look more like a horn really, than dirt.
Though he did not doubt that as a weapon, it would be pretty good. It would work decently as a spear, and he could easily throw it into something once, and let it act like a dagger head to stab it, with both of its end coming to a sharp point. Though since it was made of earth, he doubted it would work repeatedly.
Just as he had finished this earthen spike, unbeknownst to him he was being watched, and something had just crouched down to try to sneak up on him... His dog let out a low growl, standing up, its back up high. It had sensed something, as the air had shifted and began blowing in a different direction. The dog had not left the spot near its masters side, but it was now pointing at the threat it had sensed nearby, glaring at it, continuing the low growl.
Clyde on the other hand, had not even shifted his gaze from his spike, which was now hovering off the ground several inches, with bits of dirt and rock flying off the ground and adding itself to the spike, slowly making it bigger and longer. Now it was 8 inches long, and still spiked at both ends, and deadly looking. Occasionally a drop of res would also come off of his hands, and float up to the spike, soaking into it. A smile coming onto his face, as he spent his res.
He of course would react if he sensed movement, of whatever the threat was coming at him. Sending this thing he was making into it, whatever the threat was, would either injure it, or kill it, depending on were it hit. And he had plenty more magic at his disposal. If it was that big a threat, Rye would be reacting much more heavily than he was.
Suddenly, Clyde spoke out loud, without taking his eyes off the spike, though it seemed directed at a specific thing.
"If you are smart enough to understand this, than know that you will end up dead if you attack me. If that is not what you desire, then simply stand up, and announce yourself, and I will not strike you dead were you are, as would be so easy. I will even let you approach, if you promise to be civil, and to not attack."
Clyde smiled, looking at his spike, which was now 9 inches long... And floating a good foot off the ground, spinning on the spot, as he continued to swirl his hands..
"And if you can't understand me, and are a dumb beast, well then this was all for nothing, and you will soon enough be dead, and food for my dog. But I would prefer to not be interrupted by having to kill you." |