[OOC: Jon is going to be here and around for the first half, before ending up in the Brugh.]
A Light in the Darkness (Open)
[It is a complete, honest-to-God accident that Jon loses Harper when they see the battle ahead. Maybe he should have waited a bit longer for Harper to stop reacting to what's in front of them, but he's got a vague idea of what these new powers can do, now, which is important because otherwise he would be extremely out of luck. It's going to take a bit to remember that he's no longer as strong or invulnerable as he's used to being, even if not accidentally blasting things with his heat vision is a big plus.
For now, well, he's a ten year old who has just dove into a big battle, brightly glowing like a light bulb- at least it seems to be pushing the Dementors and Nazgul away, but that only does so much when he has to get pretty close, sometimes yelling warnings, trying to ignore the chilling feeling, the creeping fear, as much as he can.]
Watch out!
[Then again, depending on the person, he might be more of a distraction than any kind of assistance, between his age and wearing a red cape with the S on his jacket.]
Kal:
[Somehow, he's ended up with his back against a still standing, if mildly crumbly wall, layers of ruins ahead of him making the light he's been maintaining not as useful as it could be, trying to not shake in his sneakers thanks to a Nazgul steadily encroaching where it can, angles and bends of piecemeal walls making it much easier for the undead thing.
If he was allowed to watch more horror movies he probably would have realized this was a rookie mistake on his part sooner.
But, he's still had it beat over his head a few times to think and so with minimum flailing, he concentrates again, and...
Golden light blooms, steadily and slowly upwards from the ground, reaching out about ten feet- just past the Nazgul, sword in hand- until it grows into the recognizable form of wheat, just bright and glowing. The Nazgul, by all appearances, doesn't seem to be appreciate it much, which gives him just enough time to breathe out in relief.]
Whoa.
Sothe:
[It turns out that while most of magic he's discovered works pretty good on two of the distinct groups of attackers here, it doesn't really do so much for the third group in ominous skull masks and black cloaks, at least not if he wants to keep out of range of the magic they're shooting off. As such, he's footing it as fast as he can away, occasionally jumping over and scrambling around broken stone and fallen rubble, until...]
Superboy/Jon | Open!
A Light in the Darkness (Open)
[It is a complete, honest-to-God accident that Jon loses Harper when they see the battle ahead. Maybe he should have waited a bit longer for Harper to stop reacting to what's in front of them, but he's got a vague idea of what these new powers can do, now, which is important because otherwise he would be extremely out of luck. It's going to take a bit to remember that he's no longer as strong or invulnerable as he's used to being, even if not accidentally blasting things with his heat vision is a big plus.
For now, well, he's a ten year old who has just dove into a big battle, brightly glowing like a light bulb- at least it seems to be pushing the Dementors and Nazgul away, but that only does so much when he has to get pretty close, sometimes yelling warnings, trying to ignore the chilling feeling, the creeping fear, as much as he can.]
Watch out!
[Then again, depending on the person, he might be more of a distraction than any kind of assistance, between his age and wearing a red cape with the S on his jacket.]
Kal:
[Somehow, he's ended up with his back against a still standing, if mildly crumbly wall, layers of ruins ahead of him making the light he's been maintaining not as useful as it could be, trying to not shake in his sneakers thanks to a Nazgul steadily encroaching where it can, angles and bends of piecemeal walls making it much easier for the undead thing.
If he was allowed to watch more horror movies he probably would have realized this was a rookie mistake on his part sooner.
But, he's still had it beat over his head a few times to think and so with minimum flailing, he concentrates again, and...
Golden light blooms, steadily and slowly upwards from the ground, reaching out about ten feet- just past the Nazgul, sword in hand- until it grows into the recognizable form of wheat, just bright and glowing. The Nazgul, by all appearances, doesn't seem to be appreciate it much, which gives him just enough time to breathe out in relief.]
Whoa.
Sothe:
[It turns out that while most of magic he's discovered works pretty good on two of the distinct groups of attackers here, it doesn't really do so much for the third group in ominous skull masks and black cloaks, at least not if he wants to keep out of range of the magic they're shooting off. As such, he's footing it as fast as he can away, occasionally jumping over and scrambling around broken stone and fallen rubble, until...]
Oof! Sorry!