Cyr blinked, his head was in a whirlwind of lost memories as the events unfolded before him. His own consciousness was somewhere else, lost in the maelstrom of floating regrets, glimpses of lives past that haunted this place as the consciousnesses began to meld into his being. Before he knew it, the group was surrounded by shady figures. Hate-filled warriors dressed in robes.
Cyr locked his now diamond-white eyes onto one of them. His hair was a firey red, wild and frayed as Cyr mereley stared at him. The robed figure stared back and lifted his hand, sending a large fireball at the telepath. Who retaliated by holding out his hand, sending a massive blast of "telepathic wind" at the ball. Dissapating it before it could harm him. Suprisingly, the boy mereley swayed lightly at the force.
"Leave, now." Cyr seemed to order, standing his ground. His jet black hair swaying lightly in the wind. The boy mereley stared at him, Cyr delved into his mind for a moment. And he saw... Nothing, absoluteley nothing.
Cyr suddenly spun on his heel as his feet seemed to crackle alight with electricity. Spinning on his leg, he swerved it out as the electricity crackled harder before a deafaning sound much like that of lightning striking the earth thundered in the clearing around them. Sending the robed teenager flaying back into the tree behind him.
Cyr never really researched his secondary magic as much as his first. Suddenly, a vision sprung to life in his head.
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"Now, it's time to discuss your other talents, Cyr." Jacob stated, the man had his kind and warm posture, as allways. It was odd, the man never seemed to stop smiling. Cyr looked down at his hand and raised an eyebrow. He had allways wondered about the tingling, lightning like sensation that flowed through him whilst in combat.
"Secondary powers?" He asked. A curious look dancing across his features. "What do you mean by that, Jacob?"
Jacob mereley chuckled, "You'll see. Outstretch your hand, Cyr. Now. Imagine thunder flowing from your abdomen, up your arm and flaying out into the area infront of you. Imagine the lightning crackling all over."
Cyr did so, yet the thunder didn't leap. Instead, his fist was coated with the blue, dancing electricity. He raised his eyebrows in stunned suprise. "How did I never find this...?"
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The rush of the lightning seemed stronger than ever before now, he began to charge his fists with the electricity, looking up at the emotionless boy with wild eyes. Cyr allmost felt sorry for the kid, who set his own hands alight with flames. He readied himself as Cyr suddenly sent an image of overwhelming emotions into the teenager's mind. The boy suddenly stood there, stunned as his robes swayed, perhaps he was not used to this feeling. Cyr decided to use this to his advantage, leaping forward, he outstretched his hand and grabbed the boy by the throat. The thunder began to dash over the robed teenager's body. Which wildly spasmed under the touch. He pressed the boy against the tree as the life was being drained from his body.
The horrible smell of burning flesh soon invaded Cyr's Nostrils as the lightning began to take affect. The teenager's eyes misted over. Cyr knew he had killed him, tossing the lifeless body to the floor, he turned to the others.
"Who's next?"
((Sorry for killing off one of your squad members, but... ))
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