“Get rid of him! Before he crushes her!”
Those had been the words of the cleric as another clump of earthen debris slammed into a nearby wall, the stonework cracking and submitting to dust against the force. The Magi was becoming a force out of control. Alyssa was already stepping back, pulling the dagger from her shoulder as she tried to stem the bleeding. A stubborn woman, that was certain, but the situation was garnering worry as Urchin could feel the ground twisting beneath her — like the twisting of knots in her stomach. She had to focus on keeping her balance as each wave of the other Magi’s attempted magic seemed to pull the ground away from her, inhibiting her from feeling the foundations around her.
“I’ll help,” the young half-elf said finally.
With a shift of her footstep, she grabbed for what foundation she could still feel. Reaching her hands out, she mentally clung on for dear life. Like the roots of the trees, even the smallest fissure of crumbling silt, she held on tighter and tighter until releasing it out onto the enemy. He had barely a moment to realize that this scrawny half-elf could tear the foundation out from under him.
A crack resonated through the air as the ground beneath the enemy churned and immediately uprooted him, throwing him back with great force. Twisting and turning, the magi landed on his feet and set his eyes on Urchin. Growling in frustration at the loss of his companions usefulness, he gave a short nod turning to run.
“You bastard, get back he-”
Words of aggression were lost in the dull roar of the ground. Urchin felt almost as though her stomach had fallen out from her as everything began to shake. It was a swirl of chaos coursing through the stonework beneath her, and she stumbled to the forest floor — still staring at the backside of the retreating magi.
“No!” the little half-elf snapped in frustration, shoving herself to her feet as the ground still shook and groaned beneath all of them. Forcing herself into a run, she could see the magi hopping across floating stones over the ravine. They crumbled away into the ravine floor below, leaving mounds of earth that shifted the river into torrents and trickles.
She was not about to give up though. Grabbing the reigns of her horse, she managed to push the creature to the ravine edge, and over. It was almost a miracle getting the steed to step off the ledge and onto the barely passable stone arch the pulled in front of them. The pair plowed forward though, and descended into the pine forest.
It was not difficult to follow the trail of disruption. Urchin felt it permeate and pool strongly in certain areas, places where the roots of the trees twisted in protest from the malformation of magic. Pushing onward she could see the figure in the distance, scrambling up a slope.
Reaching forward, she almost apologized to the poor saplings that were uprooted as the lip of the slope crumbled away under the magi’s fingers. Slipping, he was buried by the loose debris.
It was for but a moment, as twigs, and dirt, and shrapnel of gravel flung outward. Letting out a curse to the little half-elf, the magi had most certainly had enough of her antics. With a violent gesture, the forest floor began to heave beneath Urchin. All she had was a moment to react before the ground fell out beneath her entirely. Scrambling, she barely managed to sink her fingers into the side of the sink hole. Hanging there, she could hear the screech of her horse as it fell into the darkness below, and she clung tighter to not meet the same fate.
A breath. Deep, eyes closed. The smell of must from upturned earth. And then she found it, the clinch between her and foundation she was clinging to.
Like a ripple, it spread from her, a flood of anxiety and fear. She could feel it surge through the foundations of stone before pooling beneath the offending magi. It simmered and gathered for a moment before trembling. She could feel the tremble amplify as she took another deep breath, and let it free.
The magi could barely let out a word as the ground around him exploded, a great force the threw the debris around him into the air. A sickening crack echoed with the dull roar of earth as a rock cracked into the magi’s skull.
His body fell limply into the earthen debris, and silence returned to the forest floor. It was a few moments of silence before Urchin managed to pull herself up to safety. Sitting in the mess of pine needles, gravel, and upturned earth she stared at the corpse. Reaching out with another deep breath, the ground began to shrink around the corpse. Covering, compacting, sinking, until only a solid boulder of stone sat before her.
She managed it, finally. She managed to control it.