01-26-2011, 06:26 AM
They recovered quickly. The Invaders that had been displaced by the redirected orb of energy had reassembled their ranks. Now that they were all positioned together, Sid noted that there were five in total. There was one in the front, who was the tallest and the most broadly built, and four who flanked him. There were two staggered on his left and two staggered on his right. The Commander wore different garbs than his subordinates; they wore yellow robe-type outfits and he wore what appeared to be a type of armor. Suddenly taking action did not seem like such a great idea. The only experience he had in combat situations came from playing video games and, one could argue, participating in dodge ball and blitz ball at his school. And those did not exactly prepare him from a battle with a bunch of strange looking, full-grown aliens who meant to kill him.
Sid then realized what was most problematic about his predicament. It wasn’t that he was overmatched, which he was, or that he was terrified, which was also true, but that he had no idea how to fight.
“Kind of have to give it a shot, I guess,” Sid whispered, his chipper manner hampered by the reality of his situation. In fact, he hadn’t really been himself since he abruptly decided to board a militia interplanetary vessel bound for an intergalactic war. In retrospect, that didn’t exactly sound normal for a twelve year old.
A lightning crack interrupted his thoughts. His eyes flashed forwards. Another orb of energy, band of electricity jumped and sparked outwards from the central sphere. The alien to the right of the commander was crouched and his arm was extended. He stood out in comparison to his relaxed-looking comrades. It was he who must have fired the blast.
On instinct Sid swatted at the glowering orb as if he were backhanding a tennis ball. His hand sheathed itself in energy and deflected the sphere to his right, sending it crashing harmlessly into a distant section of earth.
Not knowing what to do or how to operate in such a situation, the youngster relied on his instincts and emotions and, simply put, did what felt right. Preparing for another orb he dug his toes into the ground and crouched, mimicking the attacking Invader across from him. He brought his arms up by his sides and clenched his fists. A small cocoon of white energy wrapped itself around his body, slowly at first, and then accelerated as he focused his attention on the shimmering hues that wrapped against his form. It crackled against his skin, and the familiar sparks of electricity danced outwards from his own energy and into the air, just as the Invader’s energy orb had.
Distracted, even amazed, with the white layer of power that had wrapped itself around his body, Sid didn’t even notice the commanding Invader fire off an energy salvo of his own. The orb, this one black and menacing, crashed into Sid’s aura and sparked against it, separating his ‘cocoon’ and detonating against his chest.
Fire flared outwards from the initial point of contact and licked at the edge of his mask, causing his head to unwillingly jerk away from the flame tongues. The outfit that his normal clothing transformed into when he adorned the mask, the ones which he imagined to be those of some sort of ancient forest fairy, crinkled and shrunk as the explosion ripped against the fabric, and against his flesh. As the orb reached his chest, and consequently ripped against it and burnt away the flesh, his body was hurled backwards. After traveling a dozen or so feet in a high arch, his form crashed down against the unforgiving Namekian plains and skidded across the earth, tearing up the grass and leaving a nice and long trail.
“Ugh,” Sid groaned. “This is not going well.”
Sid then realized what was most problematic about his predicament. It wasn’t that he was overmatched, which he was, or that he was terrified, which was also true, but that he had no idea how to fight.
“Kind of have to give it a shot, I guess,” Sid whispered, his chipper manner hampered by the reality of his situation. In fact, he hadn’t really been himself since he abruptly decided to board a militia interplanetary vessel bound for an intergalactic war. In retrospect, that didn’t exactly sound normal for a twelve year old.
A lightning crack interrupted his thoughts. His eyes flashed forwards. Another orb of energy, band of electricity jumped and sparked outwards from the central sphere. The alien to the right of the commander was crouched and his arm was extended. He stood out in comparison to his relaxed-looking comrades. It was he who must have fired the blast.
On instinct Sid swatted at the glowering orb as if he were backhanding a tennis ball. His hand sheathed itself in energy and deflected the sphere to his right, sending it crashing harmlessly into a distant section of earth.
Not knowing what to do or how to operate in such a situation, the youngster relied on his instincts and emotions and, simply put, did what felt right. Preparing for another orb he dug his toes into the ground and crouched, mimicking the attacking Invader across from him. He brought his arms up by his sides and clenched his fists. A small cocoon of white energy wrapped itself around his body, slowly at first, and then accelerated as he focused his attention on the shimmering hues that wrapped against his form. It crackled against his skin, and the familiar sparks of electricity danced outwards from his own energy and into the air, just as the Invader’s energy orb had.
Distracted, even amazed, with the white layer of power that had wrapped itself around his body, Sid didn’t even notice the commanding Invader fire off an energy salvo of his own. The orb, this one black and menacing, crashed into Sid’s aura and sparked against it, separating his ‘cocoon’ and detonating against his chest.
Fire flared outwards from the initial point of contact and licked at the edge of his mask, causing his head to unwillingly jerk away from the flame tongues. The outfit that his normal clothing transformed into when he adorned the mask, the ones which he imagined to be those of some sort of ancient forest fairy, crinkled and shrunk as the explosion ripped against the fabric, and against his flesh. As the orb reached his chest, and consequently ripped against it and burnt away the flesh, his body was hurled backwards. After traveling a dozen or so feet in a high arch, his form crashed down against the unforgiving Namekian plains and skidded across the earth, tearing up the grass and leaving a nice and long trail.
“Ugh,” Sid groaned. “This is not going well.”