Post by saerwen on Jan 17, 2014 19:47:06 GMT -5
Jaedon heard Neron's request and smiled. She had every confidence that Neron could probably have finished the fight on his own, but she also knew that her interference would ensure that he didn't receive any more damage than he had already taken. Since their marriage, Neron and Jaedon's minds had fused quite closely, and she could feel the ounce of pain on his leg from where Bijan's rather impressive attack had nicked him. She didn't want her husband to come out of this bloody and broken. She had enough of seeing that after the ordeal with Ares. The memories of that still brought bile to her mouth.
No problem, my lizard. She then glared hard at Bijan, her eyes slowly changing colors. Her children would probably have been able to sense her powers kicking into gear since she wasn't going easy on the dragon at all. She knew that for Neron to have become so hostile, Bijan must have said something worthy of a good beating, so a beating she would bring. While Neron kept him distracted in the air, she would infiltrate his very core and destroy him from the inside out.
His mind was fairly well guarded, but it was obvious that Bijan thought very little of telepaths. He was a warrior with pride, which meant that anyone that attacked with anything other than their fists wasn't worth his time or concern. Her entrance was very easy, but once she got in, Jaedon could hardly make out what her emotions were. She could see so many things, so many images. He was recalling tactical movements from former battles, revisiting the many times he had defeated someone and how he had done it. It was awe-inspiring to see how detailed his analysis of each battle was, and how well he remembered every little instance of the fight. One particular fight caught her eyes, and Jaedon recognized that is was with Damion. The picture was dark, showing that Bijan remembered it in the worst of ways. She didn't watch it for long, but she could see that Damion was winning and the associated feeling that went with the memory was a terrible mixture of glee at his son's prowess, anger at his own inability to defeat the boy, and terror at the rage his son was displaying. Jaedon made a bookmark in her mind to ask Damion about it later. She then turned to the rest of his mind. In his subconscious, Jaedon made her home. She pulled out one of her favorite tricks.
To the outside world, her eyes had gone black as she fixed her gaze on the icy dragon, but a smile lit her face, showing her amusement. Byren had felt his mother's power begin, and he looked at her in shock. Why is she helping him? What is she planning to do? Byren wondered to himself. He knew that his parents were both powerful in their own right, and in the friendly competitions they had played, both were formidable opponents to the other, but he had never seen them work together. He could imagine however, that they might be a truly devastating combination.
Bijan watched as the black dragon nimbly avoided his attack. It irked him that his efforts had given way to such little fruit. He imagined all the damage that attack could have done, he had killed someone with that before, but this opponent had flown skillfully around it. Growling to himself, Bijan didn't have time to complain long as he was forced to answer the little pecks of heat that Neron sent his way. He was able to avoid man of the little bolts of fire, but one that was coming straight for his face caused him to throw up his wing as a block. The string of fire stung his wing badly, but that only made him more angry. He focused his ice on that area in order to dull the pain.
Jaedon suddenly winced, feeling the pain from that little spark on Bijan's wing. Wow, is that what a little scrap of fire feels like to an ice dragon? Man that hurts. She thought to herself.
As the snow continued to swirl around, Bijan watch Neron shoot up into the air, and his anger turned into cold and hard determination. He wasn't about to let this youngling beat him. The fire blast that Neron sent toward him as he came barreling down from the sky was the last straw for Bijan. He let out a deafening roar as a huge blast of ice engulfed the stream of fire that Neron had sent toward him. It was overkill, and it was obvious rage. When the fire was consumed, the left over power was directed at Neron's falling and darting form. Bijan turned his head to follow Neron, not breaking the roar, or the steam of ice that proceeded from his mouth either. It got closer and closer to squarely hitting Neron, when his mind suddenly went blank. The stream stopped. He was still in the air, beating his wings, watching as Neron flew close to him, but he couldn't remember what he had been doing, or why. He shook his head and tried to focus in on the fight. He saw Neron sticking close to him and realized he was trying to skirt around the perimeter. He was about to formulate a plan for beating Neron, but as he tried to recall previous battles where that had happened, all he saw was the memory of when Damion had beaten him. It was an awful memory and it chilled Bijan to the bone.
Jaedon's smile grew wider. The snow slowly began to stop coming down, and Bijan was flying high in the sky in a daze as he retraced the memories of that fight with Damion over and over. It was all Jaedon was calling to his mind, but it was enough to completely destabilize him. Bijan was now wide open. He had small awareness of what was going on around him, but it would have been to slow to register one of Neron's attacks. Jaedon knew that from practice and hard experience with her husbands agility.
He's all yours honey. Let me know if you want me to drive him crazy. Jaedon giggled inwardly with delight as she continued to camp out in Bijan's mind. His feelings of disorientation and confusion completely delighted her.
Adelahn watched in confusion as Bijan's vicious stream of attack cut off short. What was he doing? Damion was wondering the same thing as his daughter, but then noticed Byren looking with wide eyes at his mother. His eyes followed the boys and he suddenly realized what had happened. Damion couldn't help himself. He laughed. He laughed a deep, unnaturally dark laughter. That's what your pride get's you, old man. Damion thought to himself. Adelahn looked at her father as he continued to chuckle. Something was different about him right now. He was glad that his father was being beaten. Damion wasn't the kind of person to exult in anyone losing, but right now, he was happy. This shook Adelahn a little bit, suddenly making her wonder if her parents weren't as happy and perfect as they seemed to be.
No problem, my lizard. She then glared hard at Bijan, her eyes slowly changing colors. Her children would probably have been able to sense her powers kicking into gear since she wasn't going easy on the dragon at all. She knew that for Neron to have become so hostile, Bijan must have said something worthy of a good beating, so a beating she would bring. While Neron kept him distracted in the air, she would infiltrate his very core and destroy him from the inside out.
His mind was fairly well guarded, but it was obvious that Bijan thought very little of telepaths. He was a warrior with pride, which meant that anyone that attacked with anything other than their fists wasn't worth his time or concern. Her entrance was very easy, but once she got in, Jaedon could hardly make out what her emotions were. She could see so many things, so many images. He was recalling tactical movements from former battles, revisiting the many times he had defeated someone and how he had done it. It was awe-inspiring to see how detailed his analysis of each battle was, and how well he remembered every little instance of the fight. One particular fight caught her eyes, and Jaedon recognized that is was with Damion. The picture was dark, showing that Bijan remembered it in the worst of ways. She didn't watch it for long, but she could see that Damion was winning and the associated feeling that went with the memory was a terrible mixture of glee at his son's prowess, anger at his own inability to defeat the boy, and terror at the rage his son was displaying. Jaedon made a bookmark in her mind to ask Damion about it later. She then turned to the rest of his mind. In his subconscious, Jaedon made her home. She pulled out one of her favorite tricks.
To the outside world, her eyes had gone black as she fixed her gaze on the icy dragon, but a smile lit her face, showing her amusement. Byren had felt his mother's power begin, and he looked at her in shock. Why is she helping him? What is she planning to do? Byren wondered to himself. He knew that his parents were both powerful in their own right, and in the friendly competitions they had played, both were formidable opponents to the other, but he had never seen them work together. He could imagine however, that they might be a truly devastating combination.
Bijan watched as the black dragon nimbly avoided his attack. It irked him that his efforts had given way to such little fruit. He imagined all the damage that attack could have done, he had killed someone with that before, but this opponent had flown skillfully around it. Growling to himself, Bijan didn't have time to complain long as he was forced to answer the little pecks of heat that Neron sent his way. He was able to avoid man of the little bolts of fire, but one that was coming straight for his face caused him to throw up his wing as a block. The string of fire stung his wing badly, but that only made him more angry. He focused his ice on that area in order to dull the pain.
Jaedon suddenly winced, feeling the pain from that little spark on Bijan's wing. Wow, is that what a little scrap of fire feels like to an ice dragon? Man that hurts. She thought to herself.
As the snow continued to swirl around, Bijan watch Neron shoot up into the air, and his anger turned into cold and hard determination. He wasn't about to let this youngling beat him. The fire blast that Neron sent toward him as he came barreling down from the sky was the last straw for Bijan. He let out a deafening roar as a huge blast of ice engulfed the stream of fire that Neron had sent toward him. It was overkill, and it was obvious rage. When the fire was consumed, the left over power was directed at Neron's falling and darting form. Bijan turned his head to follow Neron, not breaking the roar, or the steam of ice that proceeded from his mouth either. It got closer and closer to squarely hitting Neron, when his mind suddenly went blank. The stream stopped. He was still in the air, beating his wings, watching as Neron flew close to him, but he couldn't remember what he had been doing, or why. He shook his head and tried to focus in on the fight. He saw Neron sticking close to him and realized he was trying to skirt around the perimeter. He was about to formulate a plan for beating Neron, but as he tried to recall previous battles where that had happened, all he saw was the memory of when Damion had beaten him. It was an awful memory and it chilled Bijan to the bone.
Jaedon's smile grew wider. The snow slowly began to stop coming down, and Bijan was flying high in the sky in a daze as he retraced the memories of that fight with Damion over and over. It was all Jaedon was calling to his mind, but it was enough to completely destabilize him. Bijan was now wide open. He had small awareness of what was going on around him, but it would have been to slow to register one of Neron's attacks. Jaedon knew that from practice and hard experience with her husbands agility.
He's all yours honey. Let me know if you want me to drive him crazy. Jaedon giggled inwardly with delight as she continued to camp out in Bijan's mind. His feelings of disorientation and confusion completely delighted her.
Adelahn watched in confusion as Bijan's vicious stream of attack cut off short. What was he doing? Damion was wondering the same thing as his daughter, but then noticed Byren looking with wide eyes at his mother. His eyes followed the boys and he suddenly realized what had happened. Damion couldn't help himself. He laughed. He laughed a deep, unnaturally dark laughter. That's what your pride get's you, old man. Damion thought to himself. Adelahn looked at her father as he continued to chuckle. Something was different about him right now. He was glad that his father was being beaten. Damion wasn't the kind of person to exult in anyone losing, but right now, he was happy. This shook Adelahn a little bit, suddenly making her wonder if her parents weren't as happy and perfect as they seemed to be.
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