Berrod swore loudly into the open air as his own blood spattered upon the cooling desert rock of evening. He was certainly glad that no one was around to hear the brief, whining ululation of agony that left him after the initial roar -- the man was not aware that he could achieve such a pitch.Â
He stood in the rocky clearing near the Sil'Dih excavation site, clutching his left arm which shone with the red of his blood. Several shallow cuts ran the length of it -- nothing particularly crippling, but enough to pour. The blood that escaped was hot, very hot. His swearing never ceased, though it boiled down to a grumble. Â
It was too good to be true. The Heart chakra suddenly under his control all on its own like that? Of course there had to be some sort of catch, some sort of complication. His body had not yet caught up with what it could unleash, and the result was a dripping, steaming and torn up arm. Each of the other three chakras he had grasped had taken moons before he could harness them to their full potential -- or what he perceived as such; even the non-violent Sacral, which he had only recently used to heal himself before an opponent's eyes. It was a shame that it had not yet filled  since that fight, or healing the arm would be an easy affair.
The Heart chakra's aether did not automatically sync with him as the Solar Plexus' had. The lightning that surged from the third opening needed no conscious aim, it was a part of him just as much as the red hairs that speckled his skin. The fire of the Heart, however...if he did not guide it precisely to where it needed to go, it pent up and exploded from within, doing him far more harm than was wise to endure. Directing that sort of power was not easy, especially in the heat of battle. He would have to train.
A slow smile crept onto Berrod's lips as he cradled the blood-reddened arm. Truly, he'd have it no other way.
He stood in the rocky clearing near the Sil'Dih excavation site, clutching his left arm which shone with the red of his blood. Several shallow cuts ran the length of it -- nothing particularly crippling, but enough to pour. The blood that escaped was hot, very hot. His swearing never ceased, though it boiled down to a grumble. Â
It was too good to be true. The Heart chakra suddenly under his control all on its own like that? Of course there had to be some sort of catch, some sort of complication. His body had not yet caught up with what it could unleash, and the result was a dripping, steaming and torn up arm. Each of the other three chakras he had grasped had taken moons before he could harness them to their full potential -- or what he perceived as such; even the non-violent Sacral, which he had only recently used to heal himself before an opponent's eyes. It was a shame that it had not yet filled  since that fight, or healing the arm would be an easy affair.
The Heart chakra's aether did not automatically sync with him as the Solar Plexus' had. The lightning that surged from the third opening needed no conscious aim, it was a part of him just as much as the red hairs that speckled his skin. The fire of the Heart, however...if he did not guide it precisely to where it needed to go, it pent up and exploded from within, doing him far more harm than was wise to endure. Directing that sort of power was not easy, especially in the heat of battle. He would have to train.
A slow smile crept onto Berrod's lips as he cradled the blood-reddened arm. Truly, he'd have it no other way.
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