This is therapeutic in a few ways. One is the obvious, the chance to let loose with more lethal magic and combat than he's ever allowed himself before, another is that the darkness has been a struggle for him since the Pit, since he could barely see anyone until the fires were lit by the shrines opening. When people were taken away, it was in the darkness, and the monsters moving around them sometimes were only sound.
So this is forcing him far past his comfort zone, the intentional absence of light. There wasn't the money for eye drops to see in the dark, but he didn't need them anyway. He isn't without his magic here, if anything, it is burning stronger than ever inside of him as the adrenaline surges. A spell for seeing in the dark is easy enough. Slowing the fear is a different thing, but best not to shine a metaphoric light on that feeling, it is something Istredd will have to push through on his own.
The arrows held against his back are more useful to him with telekinesis than attempting to put them through a bow first, so he didn't bother with a bow at all. Istredd gives him a look when he rushes off. No pressure. Yet his fear has nothing to do with facing down this creature. It stares at him and he stares back.
Istredd goes down on a knee and that is when it starts to charge due to the movement, and he seems to have no intention of moving as it closes in fast. A hand placed into the ground moves up in front of him and the earth shifts with him, causing a bridge of pure grass, dirt, and wood as a temporary shield so the Torcainse ends up running up over him. It is confused and unable to stop so crashes over when he stops building, tumbling briefly back down.
Once that happens, the bridge begins to grow again into a winding branch of a kind that is easy for Istredd to climb as more of a slant upward than actually needing to worry about scaling a tree. As the creature gets up, annoyed rather than hurt, he is high above and slips a hand through a few of the arrows, pulling them. He flings them the way someone might knives, but they move with his hands instead, telekinesis causing them to not aim for its obvious tough snout and bones but sweep down to the sides and jab inward, cutting the hide in places it doesn't expect.
It squeals from unexpected pain and an attack it can't actually see, swerving in circles trying to find something to stab with its horn, but there is no one there.
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So this is forcing him far past his comfort zone, the intentional absence of light. There wasn't the money for eye drops to see in the dark, but he didn't need them anyway. He isn't without his magic here, if anything, it is burning stronger than ever inside of him as the adrenaline surges. A spell for seeing in the dark is easy enough. Slowing the fear is a different thing, but best not to shine a metaphoric light on that feeling, it is something Istredd will have to push through on his own.
The arrows held against his back are more useful to him with telekinesis than attempting to put them through a bow first, so he didn't bother with a bow at all. Istredd gives him a look when he rushes off. No pressure. Yet his fear has nothing to do with facing down this creature. It stares at him and he stares back.
Istredd goes down on a knee and that is when it starts to charge due to the movement, and he seems to have no intention of moving as it closes in fast. A hand placed into the ground moves up in front of him and the earth shifts with him, causing a bridge of pure grass, dirt, and wood as a temporary shield so the Torcainse ends up running up over him. It is confused and unable to stop so crashes over when he stops building, tumbling briefly back down.
Once that happens, the bridge begins to grow again into a winding branch of a kind that is easy for Istredd to climb as more of a slant upward than actually needing to worry about scaling a tree. As the creature gets up, annoyed rather than hurt, he is high above and slips a hand through a few of the arrows, pulling them. He flings them the way someone might knives, but they move with his hands instead, telekinesis causing them to not aim for its obvious tough snout and bones but sweep down to the sides and jab inward, cutting the hide in places it doesn't expect.
It squeals from unexpected pain and an attack it can't actually see, swerving in circles trying to find something to stab with its horn, but there is no one there.