He grinded his teeth and clenched his fists. Smashing through the dust of the air, Derran pounded the ground at his feet. Upon impact the earth split, cracked, and flames spewed from his fists of fury.
"Noooo!" He screamed with new rage. His breath turned heavy, and his pulse increased. Derran exhaled steam from his nostrals. The answer was so obvious. How could he not see it before? Somebody had followed him. And then told the Fire Lord, his father, what they found.
There was no other way his father would just decide to destroy this city's stronghold just like that. They had to have found a weakness. And then exploited it. Damn, he thought. "Damnit." My father knew my every move, he thought. Even now, he may know what I'm doing. Derran stood up fast, and frantically searched around. His eyes scanning the surrounding area, and his senses sharpened to the slightest, unnatural sound.
In the corner of his eye a shadow slipped out of vision. They're still here, he thought. And Derran ran for it. Into the mist of an unsettling cloud coming off of fallen debrii. This spy will not tell my father anything else, he thought. In fact, the son of the fire lord would be the last thing he'll ever see!
Derran swiftly cut across the ash covered ground. Skipping adjutted stones that stuck out unevenly from the once paved stone. He controled his breathing as he picked up speed for a fire bending attack.
Whispers came from the darkness around the corner where the shadow vanished. Derran followed as a flash of light is carried on the wind. In this arena, his chosen element was on his side.
Around the corner, he made his turn. The shadow within his fire spray. In haste, Derran fired a slice of his trade. Not a ball, but a strong whip of flame's anger shot straight for the shadow messanger's head. A direct shot which would take the head of the target.
The light of fire illuminated his target. And the cloaked figure dodged the gust of flame by a mere few inches. The flame was, however, too quick to reveal the face of this traitor.
Derran used his attack as a distraction, and grabbed the cloaked figure by the throat. He then whipped the hood person to the wall pinning him in place. Derran winced and created a flame within the palm of his other hand.
"Who are you? Tell me, or extract the information from you in a more painful way." Derran said. He increased the brightness of his flame to strike fear in the heart of his captive.
The captive held up his hands and a voice quivered from under the masked hood. Derran held the flame close to his captive's face and the truth of his victum shocked him beyond his own reasoning.
Meloniestar1 · Thu Nov 24, 2005 @ 11:34pm · 0 Comments |