cut off my right hand…he’s chasing us,” he mumbled, looking back at the dark figure rushing towards them. He’s moving as fast as our bike.
“Yes Red, you need to focus. Do you have the flashdust?”
“Flashdust” he whispered to himself. With a sudden hurried urgency, he took out the pouch of crimson dust from his pockets with his left hand and grabbed onto it.
“Light it Red, you can light the bag entirely. Throw it and then light it, don’t miss.”
He nodded. My right hand is gone though… he thought to himself.
“My right hand is gone… it’s the one I cast with,” he said to Raven. He knew he could use his left, but the thought stuck to his consciousness like an overwhelming tragedy. He couldn’t seem to get over it.
“Use your left, Red,” Raven replied.
“Okay,” he answered robotically. He was still dazed from a feeling of shock, his voice sounded alien through his ears.
“Flashdust inc, flank left,” Raven said into their intercom. Butz, Magnus, and S hushed immediately and confirmed.
He turned around and saw that strange and ghastly figure torpedoing down the desert right behind them. He remembered the eye, and that terrible feeling that he had somehow known it from before.
“Make sure you don’t miss Red, don’t use it if you’re not fully conscious.”
“No, I’m okay,” he lied. “Just drive straight.” His body wanted to drift into a numb paralysis of its own, and it was a struggle to stay conscious. Bits of darkness continuously ate away at the corner of his eyes, urging him to give in to the sensation of fainting. But he felt he could hang on, and knew that he had to if they were going to survive this. Paying attention to his body, he realized he was trembling with adrenaline.
When the bladed man was directly behind them and aligned perfectly with the direction the bike was heading, he threw the flashdust up, thrust his left hand forward, and let out a river of flames that connected with the dust. Flashdust was a highly flammable substance that amplified fire casts, but still had to be triggered properly or its effect would be marginal. Red’s initial blast covered a wide radius, but more importantly, the rush of the energy ebbing away from his hand and flowing into the air launched him back to consciousness. This is what I live for he thought to himself.
When the flashdust triggered, an explosion sounded and the flames turned green — bursting out in all directions and ricocheting violently off the sands in streaks of immolation. The long lines of fire then came together and formed the signature shape of flashdust, an enormous snake shaped out of green flames. The scorching serpent continued to stretch out as they rode forward, now covering more than a Tezra’s length. It saw the bladed man first, and shot forward at him, swallowing his body whole and then exploding in a storm of green embers.
“He’s still behind us,” Red said. The man had been burnt, and looked like a charcoaled body now, black as death, but continued down the desert as if unfazed by the flames.
“I thought he would be,” Raven replied. “Red, I want you to hang on as tight as you can to me, I don’t want us to get separated.”
“Separated by what?” Red asked. But when he turned to the front to look at her, he knew what she had meant. She was driving them straight into a whirlpool; it would tunnel them into different locations far underground, possibly across the entire desert, if they were separated.
She let go of the bike and gripped his arms, letting the bike drive on its own over the cliff of the whirlpool. She held on so tightly, he could’ve sworn her nails dug in through his skin. The bike leaped through the air as it crossed the edge of the whirlpool and then fell straight into its center. The last thing Red remembered seeing before everything went black, was that maddening eye, jumping into the whirlpool
“Yes Red, you need to focus. Do you have the flashdust?”
“Flashdust” he whispered to himself. With a sudden hurried urgency, he took out the pouch of crimson dust from his pockets with his left hand and grabbed onto it.
“Light it Red, you can light the bag entirely. Throw it and then light it, don’t miss.”
He nodded. My right hand is gone though… he thought to himself.
“My right hand is gone… it’s the one I cast with,” he said to Raven. He knew he could use his left, but the thought stuck to his consciousness like an overwhelming tragedy. He couldn’t seem to get over it.
“Use your left, Red,” Raven replied.
“Okay,” he answered robotically. He was still dazed from a feeling of shock, his voice sounded alien through his ears.
“Flashdust inc, flank left,” Raven said into their intercom. Butz, Magnus, and S hushed immediately and confirmed.
He turned around and saw that strange and ghastly figure torpedoing down the desert right behind them. He remembered the eye, and that terrible feeling that he had somehow known it from before.
“Make sure you don’t miss Red, don’t use it if you’re not fully conscious.”
“No, I’m okay,” he lied. “Just drive straight.” His body wanted to drift into a numb paralysis of its own, and it was a struggle to stay conscious. Bits of darkness continuously ate away at the corner of his eyes, urging him to give in to the sensation of fainting. But he felt he could hang on, and knew that he had to if they were going to survive this. Paying attention to his body, he realized he was trembling with adrenaline.
When the bladed man was directly behind them and aligned perfectly with the direction the bike was heading, he threw the flashdust up, thrust his left hand forward, and let out a river of flames that connected with the dust. Flashdust was a highly flammable substance that amplified fire casts, but still had to be triggered properly or its effect would be marginal. Red’s initial blast covered a wide radius, but more importantly, the rush of the energy ebbing away from his hand and flowing into the air launched him back to consciousness. This is what I live for he thought to himself.
When the flashdust triggered, an explosion sounded and the flames turned green — bursting out in all directions and ricocheting violently off the sands in streaks of immolation. The long lines of fire then came together and formed the signature shape of flashdust, an enormous snake shaped out of green flames. The scorching serpent continued to stretch out as they rode forward, now covering more than a Tezra’s length. It saw the bladed man first, and shot forward at him, swallowing his body whole and then exploding in a storm of green embers.
“He’s still behind us,” Red said. The man had been burnt, and looked like a charcoaled body now, black as death, but continued down the desert as if unfazed by the flames.
“I thought he would be,” Raven replied. “Red, I want you to hang on as tight as you can to me, I don’t want us to get separated.”
“Separated by what?” Red asked. But when he turned to the front to look at her, he knew what she had meant. She was driving them straight into a whirlpool; it would tunnel them into different locations far underground, possibly across the entire desert, if they were separated.
She let go of the bike and gripped his arms, letting the bike drive on its own over the cliff of the whirlpool. She held on so tightly, he could’ve sworn her nails dug in through his skin. The bike leaped through the air as it crossed the edge of the whirlpool and then fell straight into its center. The last thing Red remembered seeing before everything went black, was that maddening eye, jumping into the whirlpool
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