Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

"If you can kill it, though, don't hold back!" Once, Locke held back and everything turned to pot.

But it didn't matter much now, by the time the boy had finished his instructions, he was already tossing the metallic boomerang to the air and catching it surely with his right before he turned and sent it flying towards the frozen Malboro.

The flames must have weakened its hide greatly and without much resistance coming from it, Locke watched his Wing Edge cut deeply right in the middle of its face, making it easier for his sword to slice through it when he came upon him with a hop and a slash upwards.

He stood balanced on the arms of the seats as the Malboro faltered back helplessly in two, the flames catching the cushion of the seats until Locke realized it stomped on them before the whole theater caught fire. So much for a night of music and love! He couldn't find himself to complain, though. Every adventurer needed his own danger once in a while.

Turning back to the boy, he said to him happily, "That was great! You really did it." Magic -- what can they not do? Locke made his way back to the stage, hopping on the back of the seats and then using the stage to propel himself higher to the level he joined the brunet in before the fight began. There was a satisfied smile on his face. That was amazing with the Malboro down there!

"Really, thanks a lot for help...hey," he hunched over and pressed the heels of his palms on his thighs, "you all right, kid? Where's the stuff I gave you?" Locke looked around for it but already, his hand was inside the pack by his side, fumbling for a vial of Elixir and Remedy. By now, both his weapons were slung comfortably by his belt. How he missed their weight.