Eternal Goodness
No, I don't speak of the divine or anything, but of another bit of the next chapter. The finished product will be out soon, I promise. ^^;
Lina was down. Well, he couldn’t be sure it was her-it was impossible to make out details in the moonless night-but the form was laying at the base of the tree where she’d been standing before. That was proof enough for him. And whoever or whatever was looming over her was an unknown factor.
Gourry shifted from fear to anger in the blink of an eye. He gripped the hilt of his dagger with such intensity that it was a wonder that the wood didn’t splinter under the pressure. Whoever it was meant to hurt, or had already hurt, Lina. They were going to take Lina away from him, just as his family had been taken.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Gourry was running forward silently, blade held at the ready. Springing forward, he thrust the blade into the shape and was rewarded by a rush of warm wetness over his hand.
He didn’t have time to celebrate, however. Feeling the dagger begin to pull away from his hand, he released it and leapt back; his foe was turning to face him. Steel met steel with a high-pitched screech and a brief flash of sparks. The next morning, Gourry would find a long angry line drawn across his breastplate.
Consumed with rage, Gourry’s lips curled in an uncharacteristic snarl. His hand flew to the hilt of the Sword of Light. Before even landing properly from his retreat, he’d charged forward again, drawing his weapon and calling out the words that would summon heat in physical form.
There was a moment of utter stillness in which Gourry held the empty hilt overhead. Instinctively, he knew that it wouldn’t work; the sword required serenity and focus and he was anything but at the moment. Knowing that he might lose Lina-might have already lost her, as she was incredibly still-had his emotions roiling and churning about within him. He felt as if he might explode at any second.
In fact, there was an explosion, but it wasn’t the swordsman. It was the Sword of Light, answering its master’s very emphatic call. Heat erupted from the hilt, but instead of taking it’s usual form of a long sword of brilliant yellow light, it was jagged shape composed of an ugly crimson color that matched Gourry’s feelings. The forest that had been dark a moment ago was suddenly bathed in bloody hues. The quiet, almost soothing hum that usually accompanied the blade was replaced by a sound not unlike a swarm of riled hornets. It was an angry sound that served to add fuel to the fire that was raging within its master.
Gourry swept the blade downward in a deadly arc. Everything seemed to be moving at a fraction of its normal speed. He heard the long and meaty “thwack” of impact, felt the jolt run up his arms as he followed through on his cut, and inhaled a sickly sweet scent: the odor of scorched flesh.
Well there you go! The chapter is a little over half done now and I really hope to have it complete in the next few weeks.
Lina was down. Well, he couldn’t be sure it was her-it was impossible to make out details in the moonless night-but the form was laying at the base of the tree where she’d been standing before. That was proof enough for him. And whoever or whatever was looming over her was an unknown factor.
Gourry shifted from fear to anger in the blink of an eye. He gripped the hilt of his dagger with such intensity that it was a wonder that the wood didn’t splinter under the pressure. Whoever it was meant to hurt, or had already hurt, Lina. They were going to take Lina away from him, just as his family had been taken.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Gourry was running forward silently, blade held at the ready. Springing forward, he thrust the blade into the shape and was rewarded by a rush of warm wetness over his hand.
He didn’t have time to celebrate, however. Feeling the dagger begin to pull away from his hand, he released it and leapt back; his foe was turning to face him. Steel met steel with a high-pitched screech and a brief flash of sparks. The next morning, Gourry would find a long angry line drawn across his breastplate.
Consumed with rage, Gourry’s lips curled in an uncharacteristic snarl. His hand flew to the hilt of the Sword of Light. Before even landing properly from his retreat, he’d charged forward again, drawing his weapon and calling out the words that would summon heat in physical form.
There was a moment of utter stillness in which Gourry held the empty hilt overhead. Instinctively, he knew that it wouldn’t work; the sword required serenity and focus and he was anything but at the moment. Knowing that he might lose Lina-might have already lost her, as she was incredibly still-had his emotions roiling and churning about within him. He felt as if he might explode at any second.
In fact, there was an explosion, but it wasn’t the swordsman. It was the Sword of Light, answering its master’s very emphatic call. Heat erupted from the hilt, but instead of taking it’s usual form of a long sword of brilliant yellow light, it was jagged shape composed of an ugly crimson color that matched Gourry’s feelings. The forest that had been dark a moment ago was suddenly bathed in bloody hues. The quiet, almost soothing hum that usually accompanied the blade was replaced by a sound not unlike a swarm of riled hornets. It was an angry sound that served to add fuel to the fire that was raging within its master.
Gourry swept the blade downward in a deadly arc. Everything seemed to be moving at a fraction of its normal speed. He heard the long and meaty “thwack” of impact, felt the jolt run up his arms as he followed through on his cut, and inhaled a sickly sweet scent: the odor of scorched flesh.
Well there you go! The chapter is a little over half done now and I really hope to have it complete in the next few weeks.