Tue Jan 29, 2013 3:00 pm
"The lord reigns, let the earth rejoice, and the multitude of isles be glad thereof. Clouds and darkness are round about him; righteousness and judgement are the habitation of his throne. A fire blazes before him, and burneths up his enemies round about!" The torrent of blue fire began to fade from Fenrir's arm rapidly, crawling from his shoulder blade down into the palm of his hand, where it began to wrap itself around his hand, forming a small yet infinitely bright flare of Reishi. "Erde Brennt!" The sound of crashing lightning sounded as the flare from his hand rapidly discharged itself, firing out in a massive, bus sized sphere of fire. It collided with the massive sheet of Obsidian Glass before him, leaving a large dent in it's skin before slowly fading. "Heh. And they said Obsidian Glass blended with Reishi was spell proof. Clearly not."
Fenrir slammed the door of the laboratory behind himself, quickly making his way up the stairs. This process happened every few weeks. Fenrir had ordered them to develop the most spell resistant material they could, and every few weeks they called him in to test their latest invention, each one more hyped up than the last. Still, after hundreds of years it seems they had finally made progress. The Obsidian Glass withstood the strongest spell Fenrir could throw at it with only a major dent. No other substance he could think of could take such a blast without being destroyed. Reaching the top of the stairs with a thud, Fenrir slid open the heavy metal door, pulling it shut behind himself as he stepped out into the sun. Outside at last.
It was a decent day, all things considered. Slightly overcast, mild winds, reasonably cool. Just the way he liked it. Still, he wasn't here to daydream. He had to train. He always had to train. He was the military might of the Quincy incarnate, the will of the Vandenreich. He could rest when he was dead. It didn't take him long to reach the Blood Pit, a coliseum style arena in the heart of the Vandenreich. A perfect private training grounds. Stepping into the heart of the arena, he quickly scanned the environment. The basin was massive, at least 60 metres in diameter and perfectly round. The walls were in-tact, though covered in countless tiny scorch marks and holes from where arrows had penetrated it's skin. Time to begin...
Word Count: 407
Fenrir slammed the door of the laboratory behind himself, quickly making his way up the stairs. This process happened every few weeks. Fenrir had ordered them to develop the most spell resistant material they could, and every few weeks they called him in to test their latest invention, each one more hyped up than the last. Still, after hundreds of years it seems they had finally made progress. The Obsidian Glass withstood the strongest spell Fenrir could throw at it with only a major dent. No other substance he could think of could take such a blast without being destroyed. Reaching the top of the stairs with a thud, Fenrir slid open the heavy metal door, pulling it shut behind himself as he stepped out into the sun. Outside at last.
It was a decent day, all things considered. Slightly overcast, mild winds, reasonably cool. Just the way he liked it. Still, he wasn't here to daydream. He had to train. He always had to train. He was the military might of the Quincy incarnate, the will of the Vandenreich. He could rest when he was dead. It didn't take him long to reach the Blood Pit, a coliseum style arena in the heart of the Vandenreich. A perfect private training grounds. Stepping into the heart of the arena, he quickly scanned the environment. The basin was massive, at least 60 metres in diameter and perfectly round. The walls were in-tact, though covered in countless tiny scorch marks and holes from where arrows had penetrated it's skin. Time to begin...
Word Count: 407
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