realizing that this man was an Immortal and in all liklihood probably trying to find the very club I just vowed never to return to. He walked purposefully towards me, never slowing his pace and I wondered for a moment if he was in a hurry.
"Are you looking for the club?" I asked, relieved and sure of his intentions.
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"Not anymore," He stopped short in front of me and I could feel his hot breath on my face. I had no time to react before he reached out his hands, grabbing me tightly around the neck.
I fell weak instantly, overcome with panic. He was choking me, trying to kill me and I was too stunned to fight back. I was losing oxygen too quickly to think straight. My magic was lost in a torrent of fear and I fought against myself to move. To defend myself. Slowly, I began to scratch, claw and kick to get away. Then suddenly I was surged with overwhelming alarm. I would die if I didn't fight back.
The harder I fought however, the quicker I lost what was left of my dwindling supply of oxygen.
My strength was waning in the battle and the attacker, whoever he was, seemed undaunted by any of my self-defense attempts all together.
The man gripped my neck tighter, seemingly crushing my throat between his strong and magical fingers. I felt my magic begin to drain into his hands and panic over took me once again. I 154/711
realized then, that this man wanted my magic, that he was willing to kill me to obtain the eternal life that ran through my veins.
He lifted me effortlessly off the ground, shaking my limp body and pulling my magic out quicker with his own. My eyes began to close without my permission and my breathing had nearly stopped all together. It wouldn't be long until I had lost consciousness completely.
I only wished I could have said goodbye to Kiran first, and Amory and my brother.
Thinking their names was all the reason I needed to remember myself. Finally my survival instinct took over. Flight was not an option here, only fight or death. But I would much rather fight.
Though my magic was fleeting, I still had human instincts I could rely on. My body was raised off of the ground, my Immortal attacker holding me victoriously high in the air. With one surprisingly swift and strong kick of my right foot, I found my target squarely between his legs. Even if he was Immortal, he was also still a man.
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Unprepared for that strong of an attack from me, he dropped me roughly to the ground and doubled over in pain. Weakened by my depleted magic and lack of oxygen I struggled to my feet, stumbling around as if I were drunk. As quickly as I could and remembering every self-defense move I had ever seen in a movie I used my foot again, kicking upwards into his face and knocking him backwards.
I summoned what magic I had left and inhaled a large amount of air, sending it straight to my brain. My attacker was also recovering quickly, using the magic he stole from me, I guessed. I could feel Avalon pounding at the door to our shared consciousness but I refused to let him in, until I had finished this.
The man turned to face me, and as soon as he did, I shot a strong burst of magic his direction. I was faster than he had given me credit for and I caught him off guard, knocking him once again off his feet. Before he could recover, I pulled the bricks out of the office building he used as cover, 156/711
down on top of him. My magic willed them easily from the building, leaving a gaping hole into a clean, but dated lobby.
I heard him grunt with the effort of recovery and began to feel hope that I had won this battle.
Well, until I was knocked off of my own feet by a large slab of concrete ripped from the sidewalk.
The man, apparently was only feigning weak-ness. I heard the sickening crunch of bone from the back of my head as I flew twenty feet backwards, landing in a crumpled heap.
The pain was indescribable and I let out a scream of agonizing horror, wheeling in nausea. My magic could not move fast enough
"Are you looking for the club?" I asked, relieved and sure of his intentions.
153/711
"Not anymore," He stopped short in front of me and I could feel his hot breath on my face. I had no time to react before he reached out his hands, grabbing me tightly around the neck.
I fell weak instantly, overcome with panic. He was choking me, trying to kill me and I was too stunned to fight back. I was losing oxygen too quickly to think straight. My magic was lost in a torrent of fear and I fought against myself to move. To defend myself. Slowly, I began to scratch, claw and kick to get away. Then suddenly I was surged with overwhelming alarm. I would die if I didn't fight back.
The harder I fought however, the quicker I lost what was left of my dwindling supply of oxygen.
My strength was waning in the battle and the attacker, whoever he was, seemed undaunted by any of my self-defense attempts all together.
The man gripped my neck tighter, seemingly crushing my throat between his strong and magical fingers. I felt my magic begin to drain into his hands and panic over took me once again. I 154/711
realized then, that this man wanted my magic, that he was willing to kill me to obtain the eternal life that ran through my veins.
He lifted me effortlessly off the ground, shaking my limp body and pulling my magic out quicker with his own. My eyes began to close without my permission and my breathing had nearly stopped all together. It wouldn't be long until I had lost consciousness completely.
I only wished I could have said goodbye to Kiran first, and Amory and my brother.
Thinking their names was all the reason I needed to remember myself. Finally my survival instinct took over. Flight was not an option here, only fight or death. But I would much rather fight.
Though my magic was fleeting, I still had human instincts I could rely on. My body was raised off of the ground, my Immortal attacker holding me victoriously high in the air. With one surprisingly swift and strong kick of my right foot, I found my target squarely between his legs. Even if he was Immortal, he was also still a man.
155/711
Unprepared for that strong of an attack from me, he dropped me roughly to the ground and doubled over in pain. Weakened by my depleted magic and lack of oxygen I struggled to my feet, stumbling around as if I were drunk. As quickly as I could and remembering every self-defense move I had ever seen in a movie I used my foot again, kicking upwards into his face and knocking him backwards.
I summoned what magic I had left and inhaled a large amount of air, sending it straight to my brain. My attacker was also recovering quickly, using the magic he stole from me, I guessed. I could feel Avalon pounding at the door to our shared consciousness but I refused to let him in, until I had finished this.
The man turned to face me, and as soon as he did, I shot a strong burst of magic his direction. I was faster than he had given me credit for and I caught him off guard, knocking him once again off his feet. Before he could recover, I pulled the bricks out of the office building he used as cover, 156/711
down on top of him. My magic willed them easily from the building, leaving a gaping hole into a clean, but dated lobby.
I heard him grunt with the effort of recovery and began to feel hope that I had won this battle.
Well, until I was knocked off of my own feet by a large slab of concrete ripped from the sidewalk.
The man, apparently was only feigning weak-ness. I heard the sickening crunch of bone from the back of my head as I flew twenty feet backwards, landing in a crumpled heap.
The pain was indescribable and I let out a scream of agonizing horror, wheeling in nausea. My magic could not move fast enough
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