The World of Demons [Job; Amalie, Johann]

BOOM.

One Torpedo struck.

CRASH. BOOM.

Then another two. Amalie watched the attacks unfold, her face expressionless, as one by one her spells struck the monsters around her. The shards of glass were scratching away at the stone, like relentless insects trying to dig their way inside of it. But it was pointless, glass against stone was not an ideal combination, it would be better to spare her resources for the fleshier creatures. No, in this circumstance, the best way to use her magic was to continue hitting them with endless rounds until they crumbled. She raised her palm, releasing another burst of dark magic. It soured into the air, like a black mist, it spun around the closest stone giant before hardening. Squeezing inward and slowly attempting to crush its target. This still would not be enough, after all, these monsters bodies were much more studier than the creatures she had faced so far. She needed more ... power.

More Torpedo's appeared around her, like beacons of light they hovered ready for her command. As she glanced towards each stone giant, one would shoot off in its direction. It wasn't hard to land a hit on these beings, her torpedo's moved much faster than they did, plus her frost spell was significantly slowing them down. She was starting to feel calm once again, the incident moments ago lingering in her mind but no longer having the effect on her rationale. She just needed to work it out in a reasonable manner; she had a good head on her shoulders, surely it couldn't be too difficult to decipher the cause of the momentary loss of control? Once she observed the situation entirely, listed the probable causes and effects she would undoubtedly find her answer. She glanced around, Johann hadn't gotten there yet, so it wasn't like she could check out that theory just now. She would have to be patient. It was also possible it had nothing to do with him, maybe it was linked to the blue-eyed knights that Amalie had been dealing with, perhaps they had some type of mind-control or paralysis magic they had attempted to use on her in order to bring her down. Fortunately, the activation of her magic was based on the spell she cast out loud, to cease magic would require her order or her death. Neither of which had occurred, meaning she was able to recover without being attacked by the monsters around her.

Amalie glanced over at the stone giants that were still focused on the torpedos she had sent to attack them. They couldn't even bring their attention to her because whenever they tried to would throw another weapon of light at them. However, this fight was becoming a little bit on the boring side. She could see the castle in the distance and noticed that Markus had arrived, she looked mildly surprised that she hadn't noticed him earlier. Perhaps she had been too lost in her own train of thought. Either way, it was time to make a move."Shadowrun." The magic flowed out passed her lips, spreading over her body. She felt her molecular structure transform. Her true body began to disappear in a shadow-mist — a dark shadow in the place in which she had been standing. She turned to the first stone giant, working out a path in her mind. She took a step back, bending her knee slightly. This spell was the only one that actually required a little physical exertion on her part. With her back foot, she kicked off the ground and began to sprint. Heading directly towards the stone giant, it raised its powerful arms into an attempt to bring them crashing down on her, but her body passed through his fists and pushed straight on through him. As she ran through the stone monstrosity, some of her shadow magic was released inside the beast, attacking it from the inside. She didn't stop, she continued to run, curling around to the left where the next giant stood. The result was similar; the beast attempted to run at her, only for her to pass straight through it. Dealing damage to the beast that it could not prevent. Finally, she turned to the last giant, still wrapped in the cocoon of dark magic. Bringing her head down, she rushed forward into it, the wall of magic parting to let her pass through before closing back up behind her.

She passed through the other side, turning around to face the beast. She could see the cracks in the stonework, being hit with endless missiles of light, frost magic from all angles and shadow magic from the inside was bound to do a fair deal of damage. She just needed something to finish these things off, "Firestorm." She called once again from her shadowy form. Once again the skies shifted, and balls of fire began to run down from the skies. Like meteors, they would smash into the stone giants. It was then that Amalie fired off another round of missiles before turning away from the stone giants. They were as good a done with anyway. She ran towards the castle, catching up to where Markus was. He was handling himself fine it seemed, she went to say something. After all, she was not recognisable in this form. It was then she noticed a change in him, his hair began to change colour, forming streaks of white and as he spoke a different voice emanated from his, the voice of a woman.

She felt it again, not as strong this time, but a sense of overwhelming nausea. She brought her hands to her head as she felt like her mind was splitting in agony. This wasn't as overpowering as the last time, but it was much more painful. She trembled again, the wisps of dark shadows that made her body vibrating back and forth. Shaking so violently, she could barely make out what was in front of her. She needed to get a grip on this; she had thought it had passed, but it seemed her assumption had been wrong. Also this time Markus had been the trigger. Amalie cast away the shadow magic; her body began to reappear in its normal form. Beads of sweat dripping down from her forehead as she tried to fight whatever it was that was making her feel this way. Her skin was burning hot; she wanted to claw it off, to end the feeling. But that wasn't what she needed, what she needed right now, was a wake-up call. She held out her bandaged palm, and in it appeared a single shard of glass. Long and jagged, she wrapped her fingers around it, and raised the glass for a moment, before driving it down hard into her right thigh. Amalie threw her head back, fighting the urge to scream as the glass tore through several inches of muscle. She held it there for a moment, before yanking it out. Shutting her eyes as it's was pulled out of her flesh, gasping as it left her. She stood panting for a moment, the shock of the pain had been enough to bring her mind away from the sensations that had been occurring inside of her. Finally, she whispered to herself. "Now that's enough..." She didn't know why she felt the need to say it, but whatever it was that had been taking over her was fading again. The burning sensation was gone, the pain in her head fading. "Heal." She called, her body pulsated with magic once more. The wound in her thigh that had been causing blood to stream down her leg stopped bleeding. The wound sealed itself, and the only sign of her having been injured that remained was the blood.

She steeled herself once more, glancing ahead at Markus, she began to head in his direction. As she arrived, she heard the voice coming from Markus addressing Johann, talking about his 'friend'. Amalie said nothing, only listened, paying close attention to the details of the conversation for analysing. Was this relevant to what kept happening to her? The voice coming from Markus was definitely female, and she didn't exactly peg Markus for the type to put on an accent. From Amalie's knowledge about magic, sometimes individuals would share their bodies with creatures for power. Was this the case for Markus? If so, what was the nature of the 'female' voice emanating from him, and who had it addressed, Johann, or someone else? It was all very suspicious in nature, and Amalie had a series of follow up questions. But as Markus or 'whoever' it was had said, it was time to finish this.

Amalie said nothing, following behind them as they went into the castle. Her wary eyes were watching the back of Markus's head as they walked, it just didn't make sense to her. Why did this complete stranger have an effect on her, a similar effect to the one Johann had. Was it just because they were in this place known as 'Fat Monsterland'? That was the only common denominator. From what she had observed Johann and Markus hadn't met before, yet she distinctly had these 'moments' when looking upon them using their magic. Although, it had only occurred in Markus when he had begun to talk with the woman's voice, before that she had been able to observe his magic without issue. Yet she hadn't even been able to glance at Johann for a second before she had lost composure.

The entered a room with a mysterious energy, Amalie pulled her eyes away from the red-head to glanced around the area surrounding them. Her eyes narrowed slightly, the pressure of dark magic was strong. As her icy-blue irises fell on the vanguard, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of it. It was an unpleasant looking creature, with a nasty stench, it's size was the only impressive features, in Amalie's mind it looked rather clumsy. Amalie swept her arm out in front of her, realising over a hundred shards of glass towards the beast. They whirled through the air before embedding themselves in any soft areas of flesh that was exposed. She held out her hands, her palm facing towards the beast. "Burn." Fire erupting from her hands, before propelling a large orb of fight directly towards the beast. Kill the beast first, the deal with the other stuff later, that in Amalie's mind, was the most logical course of action.


Wc: 1758
Total: 4972 / 4667

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