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by Tiko on Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:01 am
Caught up in the vortex of air, the insect swarm was rapidly decimated. Smashed against one other they were rendered useless before the winds began to die down. It would take a few moments for the air to return to complete stillness though.
While Khayyam was musing, Whisper locked her eyes on his, a light smile playing at the corners of her lips. The expression was largely an act, given that the heat of the arena was proving suffocating and miserable to say the least. Each choking breath of heated air cost her more as her body temperature was on the rise. It was a situation that would need to be soon remedied before it debilitated her.
For the moment though, as before, the sharp bark of Khayyam's voice had Whisper in motion - though not in the same manner as earlier. To follow the same path would make her movements predictable and that could be dangerous. Rather than darting to her side again, she instead sprung forward, flitting towards her opponent while maintaining eye contact.
As she closed the space between them by another three paces, it would become apparent that Khayyam's efforts to capture and manipulate the very hair that grew upon her body had not gone unnoticed. Despite Khayyam's belief that his intrusions would be concealed, Whisper was aware of her surroundings beyond her five basic senses. Her sixth sense was well tuned and the insertion of something foreign and metaphysical to her body would not easily go undetected. While she couldn't feel what he was doing, what should have been invisible was clearly etched within her minds eye.
Fortunately for Whisper, while Khayyam may have been aware of Whisper's telekinetic nature, it was very unlikely he would have uncovered her empathic nature, or the nature of what she could do via physical contact.
Now normally, such an assault of the magnitude she was about to unleash would require her to get her hands on her opponent, but Khayyam's actions had opened a door too tempting to overlook. A direct link to his psyche.
Having taken the time to cast a preliminary spell to cool himself afforded Whisper the time to respond to the intrusion before he could utilize it with his second spell.
Not wishing to squander her opening, Whisper abruptly drove a mental spike deep into Khayyam's mind, using his own metaphysical manipulation to trace it directly to its source. The result even under normal circumstances would have been an explosion of mental stimulation designed to disorient and confuse. In this situation however, the raw access and extended exposure to her form would give the normally broad rending attack the precision and bite of a barbed arrow that would be driven deep into his psyche to hook deep.
Simultaneous to the attack, she released the two charges from her center most focus crystal to add further potency to the already debilitating nature of the assault. After all, she was prepared for at least some measure of resistance from a fellow psychic. However, with two charges to back her attack and given the abrupt backlash style of the response, it would be a feat unto itself to hastily erect a means to keep her out now that the attack was underway â such was the nature of metaphysical battles. Without defenses and fortifications placed ahead of time, most victims of such an assault would be felled before they had the chance to realize an attack was imminent, let alone process and form an adequate response.
The psychic spike, if left unhindered would be debilitating and disrupt Khayyam's ability to function on a coherent level - outside of the recognition of pain that seemed to assault all of his senses at once. For as long as his metaphysical contact with her body was maintained the intensity would go unabated until unconsciousness resulted. Furthermore, even once her doorway was removed the effects would linger in the form of disorientation and confusion alongside a splitting migraine.
However, could Khayyam thwart the attack, or manage to retain a coherent state of mind through the assault to have gotten his incantation off, then he could continue his intentions to try and manipulate the hair follicles of her skin to increase growth. However, maintaining his manipulation of her form would allow her to likewise continue her assault upon his psyche unabated.
On the chance that Khayyam wasn't felled, Whisper held her left hand out to her side. The black crystal behind her jerked into motion and flew into her open palm to await her uses. She couldn't erect a psychic shield while maintaining the assault without disrupting her own efforts, but a physical one she could do. Her passive warding of mental intrusions would have to suffice. However, at the first sign of her attack faltering she was prepared to sever contact if need be.
Act, don't react. It was a familiar and ever present thought that filled her head in the heat of battle and it had her planning her imminent shield even before a retaliatory attack was mounted by her opponent. Unfortunately, though her psionic prowess was formidable, her physical body could handle only so much, so fast. Even if she could plan three steps ahead in the heat of the moment, her body still required time to catch up.
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