Snippet #2541481

The ensuing destruction was slightly offsetting for Dumah, the two woman were somehow familiar with one another whiteout even each other by title or name.This woman Jyana was more instep with the other, this fallen Watchers of some sort and they bantered while trying to trade blows. He was not new to combat with anyone who could wield the ethereal powers like these woman, though it was a unsure thought that he had seen anyone this powerful in a long time.

He perks up though when the word filth comes out in the description of the human race.
"Filth is not the right word I would choose for such a young race.. irresponsible maybe but not filth." He tenses up as he steps himself closer to the action when she seems to have lost her patience with Jyana and fires off an attack with a rather slow strike, but what seems to be a rather destructive result in the making.

Jyana then appears behind Dumah as she did before and tells him this is his chance, apparently she is looking for him to prove his worth in some way. Balling his fist he sees that its his choice to ultimately step in and do what needs to be done, though he does not lack the courage. The course of better judgement still hands on the side of his mind as he leaps forward, holding his arms outstretched and concentrating once again to bring the shield into existence.

His first act was to stop the beam against the holds residents and uses his arm to plot the course for the shield, barring beam as it approached the threshold of the fortress wall. The mass of the shield is wide and does its job to block the flow of energy, causing it to peter out before crossing the shields edge.

He folds the other arm up and across his face, making the field warp in front of him. It amber light twisting to the size of a tortoise shell and deflecting the incoming beam before it strikes him. Its mass impacting and being redirected off the side of the barrier, narrowly evading his upper arm and face.

The focus of the beam drags on for only a few seconds after the impact and soon it to ends. Dumah is forced to drop to one knee as he can feel a small wave of exhaustion overtake him, but as the shield drops and the assault ends. His constitution retakes him and soon he takes to his feet once again.

With a slight draw on his breath he looks at the woman across the way from him and speaks.
"Looking at the circumstances, filth is a word that you should be more in common with then the humans now."