Kell had never truly hunted. Well, he killed a hydra in the Feywilds - with Alucard's help, but never went against a really wild animal. Let alone ten. Charging. The shock loses him precious seconds, and when he shakes it off there's fire coming from Wilhem's side, Lucifer is casting a spell Kell doesn't recognize, and Herger has planted his spear firmly into the ground. Kell blinks, and a wall of earth rises in front of the charging hogs, but they smash right through it. The stench of burning fur fills the air when first four crash into the lightning barrier, dropping on the spot stunned. He can hear the werewolf on his side whistle, but it barely registers. Just as he barely registers Lucifer's order. Enough to follow it, but not enough to realize it's where the idea for his next action comes from.
Kell borrows Wilhelm's fire, making the flames larger until they swallow the stunned boars and form another wall trailing the outline of Lucifer's ward. The only drawback being he can't see anything past it now. Which is a problem, because he doesn't want to risk panicked boars carrying the flame into the woods and setting the whole forest around them on fire. But he can feel the fire, its insatiable hunger, as it reaches out with its many, greedy fingers towards the dry leaves, fallen branches, dried bushes, and tiny sticks that line the side of the road, and he pulls it back, holding it in place. Speaking to it about the four tasty boars it can consume instead.
Kell's connection to magic is always more about cooperation than control. It is a force in and outside of him that he talks to, bargains with, but very rarely commands it. It's his blood that commands it, but apart from blood commands, magic is his ally not his servant. Through it Kell can sense, even if he doesn't see, the other boars turning back. The distance between them and the fire growing. What he does not feel from the leaving animals is panic. What he does is anger.
"Impressive," Kell can hear Herger say, though the tone of his voice doesn't really support the compliment. "but a ditch and a couple more spears would have been more useful. Now that you killed four of them, the rest will come back."
Kell looks back at Lucifer. He's still seeing all like through an orange veil, the presence of so much flammable material around them clawing at his mind like a scent of fresh baked bread to a starving man. He realizes the sparkling barrier is gone. The only thing separating them from the danger is a wall of fire he has to constantly focus on to keep it from spreading. And no other defense if the boars pass through it, or he tires faster than the animals, and his control slips.
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Kell borrows Wilhelm's fire, making the flames larger until they swallow the stunned boars and form another wall trailing the outline of Lucifer's ward. The only drawback being he can't see anything past it now. Which is a problem, because he doesn't want to risk panicked boars carrying the flame into the woods and setting the whole forest around them on fire. But he can feel the fire, its insatiable hunger, as it reaches out with its many, greedy fingers towards the dry leaves, fallen branches, dried bushes, and tiny sticks that line the side of the road, and he pulls it back, holding it in place. Speaking to it about the four tasty boars it can consume instead.
Kell's connection to magic is always more about cooperation than control. It is a force in and outside of him that he talks to, bargains with, but very rarely commands it. It's his blood that commands it, but apart from blood commands, magic is his ally not his servant. Through it Kell can sense, even if he doesn't see, the other boars turning back. The distance between them and the fire growing. What he does not feel from the leaving animals is panic. What he does is anger.
"Impressive," Kell can hear Herger say, though the tone of his voice doesn't really support the compliment. "but a ditch and a couple more spears would have been more useful. Now that you killed four of them, the rest will come back."
Kell looks back at Lucifer. He's still seeing all like through an orange veil, the presence of so much flammable material around them clawing at his mind like a scent of fresh baked bread to a starving man. He realizes the sparkling barrier is gone. The only thing separating them from the danger is a wall of fire he has to constantly focus on to keep it from spreading. And no other defense if the boars pass through it, or he tires faster than the animals, and his control slips.