[Dez] Reluctant Training
Apr 8, 2020 22:02:39 GMT -8
Post by Sparky on Apr 8, 2020 22:02:39 GMT -8
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Spell name: Crystallokinetic Fists [Amari Variant]
Spell Main Element: Earth
-Spell Sub Elements: N/A
Affinity Strength: 6
Function: User creates massive fists out of hardened crystals. While the appearance can vary depending on the wielder, the function is still the same, allowing a user to let out a flurry of heavy blows and massive slam attacks with minimal adverse affects due to the use of Crystallokinesis. Because of their ability to be floated, they can also be launched further, allowing a wielder to extend their melee range significantly. Because of their composition, constructs can also act as shields on the fly, protecting against damage.
Availability: Amari Variant
Spell Main Element: Earth
-Spell Sub Elements: N/A
Affinity Strength: 6
Function: User creates massive fists out of hardened crystals. While the appearance can vary depending on the wielder, the function is still the same, allowing a user to let out a flurry of heavy blows and massive slam attacks with minimal adverse affects due to the use of Crystallokinesis. Because of their ability to be floated, they can also be launched further, allowing a wielder to extend their melee range significantly. Because of their composition, constructs can also act as shields on the fly, protecting against damage.
Availability: Amari Variant
Clouds covered the sky, rolling thunder in the distance making its presence known. Inside the family home, Dez's fist connected solidly with the training dummy, followed by several other devastating blows that nearly devastated the poor thing. Sweat dripped off his brow as thunder continued to roar.
He took a step and his bare foot swung around, cleanly breaking the training dummy's head off it's artificial body. A flash of lightning highlighted every detail of his body. His matted hair, the beads of sweat dripping down his chest. The clenched fists. The expression of frustration. This is how Dez vented his frustration. Irony in its truest form. And yet, it was the only thing he knew he had. As much as he hated it. His elder sister's overwhelming pressure still weighed on his shoulders, suffocating him.
The skin on his forearms cracked and popped as crystals broke free.
Fists clenched, white knuckled and taught. Gears clicked and rumbled in tune with the thunder as another training dummy popped out of the flooring. A deep, violent aggression bubbles and boiled in his chest. The skin cracked even further, more gems cracking and blossoming outwards. Why couldn't he just be allowed to live his life? Why couldn't he just be left alone? Smaller crystal broke away from the clumps, floating around the young man's arms. Dez grit his teeth and ground them into one another.
This was his life to live, not his sister's, not his mother's or his father's. His! And he could live it as he liked! Why did they put so much pressure on him? What, because he was supposedly "The best" of their bloodline? That wasn't his problem! If he wanted to go on an adventure or enlist into the military, then he would do so! He could come to that decision on his own. He was his own person.
And yet, no.
They hounded him, doted on him, kept pushing and pushing. At least, his parents had backed off slightly, but that only seemed to make his sister become more aggressive. Even if Dez's parents backed away, the boy's sister didn't. Wouldn't. The woman refused to let him live his own life. Because of his bloodline, Dez had to be an adventurer, a warrior, a hero. Because of his bloodline, it was inexcusable for him to live peacefully without having done something grand or noble. Maybe Dez just didn't want to throw himself in a situation that would get himself killed!
His arms were coated with raw and unrefined crystals, glistening in the dim light. They shone whenever lightning flashed. With a frustrated scream, Dez lifted his arms, and swung them back down. As they slammed into the floor, they Crystals bloomed outwards more and smoothed out. They broke free of the boy's pale skin, soft, yet tensed from the action. The mass of crystals were shaped like fists, oversized and floating an inch away from his normal arms.
Dez's eyes widened slightly, amethyst eyes studying the shapes. When he moved his finger, the crystal fist moved the same finger, in the same way. When the boy opened his hand, it opened it hand. When he moved his arm, it floated in the same way, moving at the same rate. When his arm stopped, it didn't undershoot or overshoot. It remained at the same position over his arm that it started. As though locked there. Dez took a fighting stance and the fists mimicked it.
With a deep breath, Dez let it out slowly and focused on the fists as much as possible. He gave it the simple command; Obey. The first few punches followed the same motion, but he commanded them forwards, further than his normal fists would go. The young mage brought them back into a normal position, moving the hands curiously.
His gaze snapped to the training dummy.
"Plus two." There was a pause and then the clanking of gears. Two more dummies popped out of the floor. Dez launched, slamming his fists into the first dummy with unrestricted aggression. The flurry of crystal blows devastated the dummy in an a flash. Reeling back, the young man pulled his fists, then threw them forwards towards each other dummy. The crystal fists launched through the dummies, destroying both in one hit.
Dez stepped back, the crystals returned to their previous position. He spat, and turned from the wreckage as magic began to collect the remnants. "I'll live my life however I want. Best or not."
