Sherral keeps drawing in energy, while the sand around him starts to shift, as if being drawn towards his feet. It's not just his feet either - the flames on the buildings begin to flicker out, releasing clouds of Mist that billow towards his hands.
The dragon is entirely focused on Jay, scrambling after him, screaming and thrashing at him.
Almost exactly two minutes have passed when Sherral holds out one hand, palm outwards, towards the dragon.
"Out of the way!" That's about the only warning Jay gets before a beam of light issues from Sherral's palm. In a long streak from his hand to the dragon, it turns the sand to molten glass, before it collides with the dragon at a sidewards angle. The remaining wing is incinerated instantly. The rest of the dragon screams and pushes back against the beam, before the light intensifies and cleaves it in half at the waist. The two halves fall burning to the sand, while the beam continues onwards until it hits the cliff.
Which proceeds to split down the middle, leaving a fissure about fifteen feet deep.
With a flicker and a crackle, the light fades. Sherral makes a raspy noise, holding it up. The gauntlet on that hand is wrecked, and the exposed flesh beneath it has mottled burns across it. He doesn't seem too concerned.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:08 am (UTC)The dragon is entirely focused on Jay, scrambling after him, screaming and thrashing at him.
Almost exactly two minutes have passed when Sherral holds out one hand, palm outwards, towards the dragon.
"Out of the way!" That's about the only warning Jay gets before a beam of light issues from Sherral's palm. In a long streak from his hand to the dragon, it turns the sand to molten glass, before it collides with the dragon at a sidewards angle. The remaining wing is incinerated instantly. The rest of the dragon screams and pushes back against the beam, before the light intensifies and cleaves it in half at the waist. The two halves fall burning to the sand, while the beam continues onwards until it hits the cliff.
Which proceeds to split down the middle, leaving a fissure about fifteen feet deep.
With a flicker and a crackle, the light fades. Sherral makes a raspy noise, holding it up. The gauntlet on that hand is wrecked, and the exposed flesh beneath it has mottled burns across it. He doesn't seem too concerned.