Wave Mandate by Schneider A.C

Wave Mandate by Schneider A.C

Author:Schneider, A.C. [Schneider, A.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.C. Schneider
Published: 2015-05-05T22:00:00+00:00


Chapter 25: Attack

Kelerin

The Headmaster’s Compound - Academy Island, Osmos

Something in the distance.

Floating… A soft glow… A person… A girl.

She’s saying something. She’s distorted from the glow emanating from her very essence. Brown hair. White robes. She seems peaceful. She makes me feel peaceful.

Floating... Closer… Slowly.

No, not so slowly.

Closer now…

Moving faster, faster.

She’s not peaceful. I don’t feel peaceful anymore. She’s trying to tell me something. Yelling something.

Closer…

I can’t hear her.

Faster…

She’s desperate.

Louder…

“Wake up… Wake up, Kelerin.

“Kelerin…

“WAKE UP!”

The Sight came all at once, like a dam breaking, flooding Kelerin with adrenaline. Instinct had him activating his Rippler even before his eyes opened, the steady stream of Pulse burst slamming into him, jamming his Rippler arm into his stomach and pinning him against the wall with crushing force. He felt his jaw pop from biting down too hard, his vision blocked by his forearm pressing hard up against his face.

The Sight told him his attackers were standing no more than a meter and a half away. The two streams of Pulse burst relentlessly pounding into his Rippler, ricocheting off in all directions. He cried out with effort, anger, indignation.

Still lying on the bench, back braced against the wall, he began pushing with all his might into the streams, the effort creating just enough space to slide his right knee between his chest and Rippler, allowing him to push out even further.

More space.

He shifted his body so that his left leg was now behind him and he planted the sole of his boot on the wall. His right leg joined his left and he shouldered with everything he had into the merciless barrage.

Lying with his knees on the bench in a horizontal crouch, glutes, thighs and calves taking the brunt of the pressure, he tried pushing off the wall out of his crouch but only managed to straighten slightly before the Pulse streams broke him down again. He needed to improvise. Using the force of the streams to his advantage, he began walking backward up the wall, one foot behind the other, one step at a time, the force of the streams pressing against him keeping him upright. Another step, and another. He felt the wall beginning to curve inward and he knew he’d reached the concave where wall began to warp into ceiling. Another step and his body orientation started to angle downward. He called out, “Prophet.”

“I’m here.”

Speech was difficult under the strain and he had to force his neck and jaw muscles to relax enough to squeeze out his words. “I need… a feel… of the Layout.”

“Coming up.”

In an instant his senses expanded taking in all of his surroundings. Without the slightest hesitation he kicked off the wall, Pulse burst ricocheting off his Rippler at an angle having him spinning through the air toward the center of the room, the torque granting him speed and distance. He sensed his short flight coming to an end and flared out his arms and legs, landing flat on his back prostrated atop Halbard’s desk. Gripping the



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