(No problem at all...like you said, I'm in not rush. And I'm certainly not gonna' let you default out of this.
Jaedin's cloud began to diffuse into the mystic air of the temple, beginning to reveal the form within. What Jaedin expected to be Ein was now a contorted, rageful being. As the black mist dissipated, two blood-red eyes peered through the darkness, boring into Jaedin's own eyes, piercing into his soul. What had been Ein, supposedly, had metamorphsed into a haggard carnation of evil. Bared teeth filed to near-points were clenched in fury as the mage gazed through the thinning darkness.
Amid the supernatural event that he had just witnessed, Jaedin was partially prepared to meet something new, but not like this. The simple potency of Ein's power sparkled and crackled at his fingertips, a raging thuderstorm rolling in his deap, powerful eyes. At Ein's feet, a deep, black crater had been made, flawless marble scorched by the supernatural power coursing through the mage.
Now, amid the god-like menace that faced him, a wall of telekenetic energy was sailing at Jaedin with incredible speed. Its path was made for it, as the wall tore apart all that was in its path. Chunks of marble were thrown effortlessly by the force of the blast. Jaedin counted hiself lucky...partially. The remnats of his inky cloud allowed the psychic manifestation to be more easily seen, thus allowing Jaedin precious moments to consider his course of action.
It was at this moment that his own instinct to survive took over. The nature of "Fight or Flight", mingled with fear, panic, and agression began to beat through Jaedin's veins in an ever-familiar rhythm. Currently, though, it would have to wait. The wall of power bearing down on the ninja was too strong, too great of breadth, and far too fast to be avoided. By moving Jaedin would, at the very least, remove himself from the most prominent danger of the attack. With what little time he had to react, Jaedin crossed his arms across his chest as he threw his body to the right, in the direction of one of the marble pillars of the parthenon.
He never got close.
The wall of telekenetic energy slammed hard into his rib cage, easily knocking the wind out of Jaedin. His body groaned as it was contorted beyond its tolerance threshold: his bones were bent to the limit. But, luckily, no ribs or other bones were shattered by the wall.
It didn't end there, though.
With his leap, Jaedin had put himself between the pillar and Ein's attack. As the energy had squarely hit him, Jaedin was tossed like a rag-doll into the pillar. With a bone-wrenching crunch, Jaedin's body slammed into the stone, further knocking what little wind was in his lungs out. Fluids quickly rushed to swell the large sites of injury, capillarries bursting to create deap internal bruises. With a sickening sliding noise, Jaedin's body floated to the ground, his fall graciously slowed by his advanced shoes. Still, though, he was dazed.
Jaedin's mind raced, flashbacks of his training shooting into his mind. He had to recover: this was not the end. He had bourn blow after blow, gone without food for weeks, suffered in the elements without any protection: he could - he had to - strive on. It was just summoning his body to due his bidding which posed a challenge.
That was where his body came to his aid: mind and body began to conform to one another. The mind was willing, and the body was willing to be able.
The adrenalin began to pump and Jaedin's blood began to thin in comparison to the hormones the were rushing into his veins. Even as he sat, seemingly helpless at the bottom of the pillar (facing Ein, for the record), his body began to repair and protect itself. Fluids were halted in mid-transit, allowing for exponential muscle expansion to ease the injuries Jaedin had sustained. Endorphins rushed through his body, further alleviating pain. Beneathe his supple, black ninja armor, Jaedin's body expanded slowly; strength, speed, and power growing with it. Though part of him faintly cried for the end, the rest of him, coupled with his willpower, forced him to continue the battle. This would not
be the end.
With Jaedin's head on his chest, it was probable that Ein could not see the rage that was beginning to fill the ninja's own eyes. His grip on his weapons tightened reflexively as his body readied itself for a clash of beings; not of men, but of gods. Indeed, a temple of the gods had been a place most fitting...
(Inner Fury begins next post.)
(Ink cloud-thing is now fully gone.)
(Like the battle so far?