It's Juri. Ruki's in the Magical City Tokyo has become in the wake of the grand reveal of magic and how to induce it artificially being famous. She'll show up later when Takato blows into town.
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Archangel didnÆt need to look to see what they were doing; his magical senses were more than enough.
They were creating a new summon. Goblin was summoning more ectoplasm, shaping flesh, blood, and bone from it. This time it was bigger, though; much larger the goblin heÆd created last time. This one would probably tower over any normal person, Archangel guessed.
Lynx was binding the two familiars into it. He was also doing something to his Nekomata.
Elemental Transmutation?
Yes, he was changing the aspect of his familiar to Wind. TheyÆd probably realized to futility of using fire on a Dragon. But windàwas an interesting choice. Archangel would have expected water, which would have failed miserably because Fire Mages have had something like five thousand years to work past that particular weakness and he in particular had a number of ways to make anyone who tried regret it. He was a Water Mage as well, after all.
Still, it was a common choice to attempt to use it anywayà
Well, Lynx was also a fire user; he probably knew the tricks of the trade. But why did he choose wind?
Did they have a plan oràwas that their only choice?
Only one way to find out.
He opened his eyes and gazed calmly at the sight before him. A red skinned, silver haired Ogre with teeth that were like tusks roared at his attention. He hefted a large bone that he wielded as a club and Archangel noted that it was spiked with pieces of metal. He swung it even though he was a distance away and a miniature hurricane roared into existence.
ôFor someone that was transmuted from another Element, his skill with this one is pretty impressive.ö The Escaped Prisoner noted, letting himself be blown off his feet, though not before grabbing Gliepnir.
He made a small effort of will and spoke.
ôDragon Wings.ö He said as a smaller version of his partners appendages formed behind him. It was an exact replica, which was fitting since it was created with the same spell.
Archangel loved his partner, but sometimes it was troublesome having a Dragon as a familiar. Summoning was the biggest one; certain parts of a DragonÆs Phantasmal Body, the form in which they existed wherever they came from, were nearly separate beings when it came to summoning purposes. A DragonÆs Wings, Teeth, Scales, Claws, Shadow, Breath, and Blood were like metaphysical weapons and organs at the same time. You could summon a DragonÆs Form without them, of course, for like weapons they could be æremoved,Æ though that wasnÆt a good word for it. Even if Archangel summoned just Guile, he would still have wings, teeth, scales, claws, and blood as those were parts of his body. In addition, heÆd be able to breathe fire by virtue of being a Dragon and heÆd have a shadow due to the interactions between matter and light.
However, they would not by a DragonÆs Wings, Teeth, Scales, Claws, Shadow, Breath, or Blood; those things were basically metaphysical concepts and phenomena. Myth and legend and fantasy given a form that wasnÆt physical but still existed. Just as sometimes incredible or legendary events can gather metaphysical power and become something else, such as with his artifact sword Gram, so too did they gather within Dragons.
And on one hand, when you not only summoned a Dragon but also put all the æpiecesÆ together, you got something much more impressive then a giant, flying lizard.
But on the other, doing all that summoning took forever, since they needed to be summoned separately. Archangel had been forced to rely on the DragonÆs Gate to summon Guile in a reasonable timeframe, which had been fairly troublesome as it was a forbidden spell held under lock and key.
Wings of this size shouldnÆt have allowed him to fly; his body was much too large and heavy for that.
But they would, Archangel knew.
And so it was that with a single flap of his new wings, he tore through the sudden gust and found himself above it all.
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Archangel didnÆt need to look to see what they were doing; his magical senses were more than enough.
They were creating a new summon. Goblin was summoning more ectoplasm, shaping flesh, blood, and bone from it. This time it was bigger, though; much larger the goblin heÆd created last time. This one would probably tower over any normal person, Archangel guessed.
Lynx was binding the two familiars into it. He was also doing something to his Nekomata.
Elemental Transmutation?
Yes, he was changing the aspect of his familiar to Wind. TheyÆd probably realized to futility of using fire on a Dragon. But windàwas an interesting choice. Archangel would have expected water, which would have failed miserably because Fire Mages have had something like five thousand years to work past that particular weakness and he in particular had a number of ways to make anyone who tried regret it. He was a Water Mage as well, after all.
Still, it was a common choice to attempt to use it anywayà
Well, Lynx was also a fire user; he probably knew the tricks of the trade. But why did he choose wind?
Did they have a plan oràwas that their only choice?
Only one way to find out.
He opened his eyes and gazed calmly at the sight before him. A red skinned, silver haired Ogre with teeth that were like tusks roared at his attention. He hefted a large bone that he wielded as a club and Archangel noted that it was spiked with pieces of metal. He swung it even though he was a distance away and a miniature hurricane roared into existence.
ôFor someone that was transmuted from another Element, his skill with this one is pretty impressive.ö The Escaped Prisoner noted, letting himself be blown off his feet, though not before grabbing Gliepnir.
He made a small effort of will and spoke.
ôDragon Wings.ö He said as a smaller version of his partners appendages formed behind him. It was an exact replica, which was fitting since it was created with the same spell.
Archangel loved his partner, but sometimes it was troublesome having a Dragon as a familiar. Summoning was the biggest one; certain parts of a DragonÆs Phantasmal Body, the form in which they existed wherever they came from, were nearly separate beings when it came to summoning purposes. A DragonÆs Wings, Teeth, Scales, Claws, Shadow, Breath, and Blood were like metaphysical weapons and organs at the same time. You could summon a DragonÆs Form without them, of course, for like weapons they could be æremoved,Æ though that wasnÆt a good word for it. Even if Archangel summoned just Guile, he would still have wings, teeth, scales, claws, and blood as those were parts of his body. In addition, heÆd be able to breathe fire by virtue of being a Dragon and heÆd have a shadow due to the interactions between matter and light.
However, they would not by a DragonÆs Wings, Teeth, Scales, Claws, Shadow, Breath, or Blood; those things were basically metaphysical concepts and phenomena. Myth and legend and fantasy given a form that wasnÆt physical but still existed. Just as sometimes incredible or legendary events can gather metaphysical power and become something else, such as with his artifact sword Gram, so too did they gather within Dragons.
And on one hand, when you not only summoned a Dragon but also put all the æpiecesÆ together, you got something much more impressive then a giant, flying lizard.
But on the other, doing all that summoning took forever, since they needed to be summoned separately. Archangel had been forced to rely on the DragonÆs Gate to summon Guile in a reasonable timeframe, which had been fairly troublesome as it was a forbidden spell held under lock and key.
Wings of this size shouldnÆt have allowed him to fly; his body was much too large and heavy for that.
But they would, Archangel knew.
And so it was that with a single flap of his new wings, he tore through the sudden gust and found himself above it all.
