Subject:  The golden gryphon nears the midpoint, and suddenly, his magic is reduced to a trickle.>> |
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Date Posted: 13:31:52 03/24/01 Sat
Still with a few feet to go, he has run out of his own energy. He strains, but to no avail. Just as he is about to slip out of his trance, he watches as Sirith, who he realizes has been gazing at him, condenses her magic into her center, and throws it at him. He does not have time to question her self-sacrifice before the ball of energy smashes into his Center. He does have time, however, to brace himself, and with one quick mental motion, summons all of his remaining magic.
The next instant is unbelievable. Rashkae, using his mind as a huge trampoline, "bounces" all of his own magic plus all of Sirith's into the gap between Mischa and Incarnation's side of the shield and his own. Their combined magic, along with the valiant efforts of Mischa and Incarnation, and all of Calliope and the others' reserves, is enough to finish the Shield. Completely.
Standing bewildered, Rashkae pushes his beak back together and shakes his head. What are we standing around here for, mates? He grins wearily. Let's move! He gives a whoop of joy, and tears down the magical barrier between their cavern and the outside world, where the storm is raging. The skies have opened, and rain is pouring upon them.
Rashkae sees that the others escape, then scoops up the crumpled form of Sirith in his front talons, and leaps into the air, carrying her into the cavern.
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