18 November: Daily Excerpt
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Date: 2011-11-19 02:09 pm (UTC)Any background information: No, I don't know how the physics of a magic-augmented clockwork flying machine would work... neither does the MC... and yes, Saint Lysander is throwing Judgment Rings at things in battle.
Excerpt:
“You're nearly at the end!” he yelled, “Get ready to fly on my command! It'll cut off into thin air! Okay... five... four... three... two...” he paused to immolate a gargoyle that had gotten through his wheel after he missed an area with his pointer, “One... FLY!”
Seconds before the floor disappeared from beneath him, Scribe pulled on both ropes and pushed off with his feet. There was a whooshing sound and he felt a strong force yanking his arms upwards, that he knew from experience was painful if he didn't let the rest of his body rise with it. He spread his arms out and let the wind blow his unruly hair away from his face.
He was flying. Which would have been fun, even exhilarating, if he wasn't being chased by a small cloud of ugly, shrieking, teeth-gnashing creatures that could fly better than him, and if the place he was flying towards wasn't almost certainly full of worse things.
He took one brief glance back at Saint Lysander. Most of the gargoyles had decided he was the bigger target, which was fortunate for Scribe, as the Saint could take those kind of numbers and he could not. He now had several of the wheels spinning at once and was cutting them down as though they were fruit in a tree waiting to be harvested. As soon as there were few enough of them to present an opening, he turned and glided back down the corridor as fast as he could. Going to reinforce his shield, Scribe realised. I'm on my own.
Spinning the wheel to build up speed, he shot off into the dark, furious skies.