Harry had been observing the battle from a distance, trying to get a feel for the nature of the enemy and what it was capable off. What he had seen had shown him he was way out of his league. Harry might have had the power to take on some seriously powerful foes in the past, but often what had beaten the most dangerous of them was fighting smart. Power for power, against beings capable of throwing meteors, he was frankly outclassed.
That didn't mean he was going to just stay out of it of course. After all, if he missed an apocalyptic battle, he'd have to turn in his hero license. Rather, he had come up with a strategy that, if it worked, would allow him to bypass the beast, which looked pretty unstoppable, and deliver the spell directly to the man within. Harry's Spell Delivers. We'll get your spell to you in 30 minutes or less, or your next curse is free.
The first step had been to track down one of the creatures spawn he had heard about over the internet. Turned out that first step had been a dozy. Apparently Sinspawn were big ugly creatures with far more tentacles than should be allowed. Luckily this one wasn't that bright, and Harry had gotten the drop on it, blasting off its legs with fire and managing to trick it into running full force into the dome's wall, rendering itself unconscious. Of course, it had put up a serious fight after that, as the deep cuts on his face and chest attested to. How it had cut him with tentacles he didn't want to know...
Now Harry rose to his feet, having drawn and sealed a large circle around the creature, and began chanting a spell in broken Latin, vaguely to the tune of "A Monster Mash," shouting to be heard over the rain. Digging deep, he drew up a massive amount of power within himself, and sent it into the circle, whipping it up into a fury, drawing on the chaos of emotions in the city, and mixing it into the creatures very essence.
Then, when it was ready, Harry stepped forward, breaking the circle, slamming one end of his staff into the sinspawn, and pointing the other end at the massive creature. The power crackled around him for a moment, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and with a snarl he shouted, “And here’s the pitch!” Unleashing the energy it traveled along the innate mystical path that linked all parents to their children. With a bit of luck, Harry’s power might be able to make it through and hit the man inside. Harry wouldn’t kill him with magic, even if he had been capable of doing so, since that would likely do more harm than good, but he could do attack the mans mind, rendering him unconscious, or at least stunning him for a while, buy the others some time. He had also thrown in a curse that would hopefully seal away a small portion of Sin’s strength, mostly just to be a dick.
Of course, the side effect was now Harry had used up most of his energy. He might have one good attack left in him, but he wasn’t going to be slinging spells left and right for a while. Leaning on his staff, Harry took a deep breath and waited to see if his efforts had achieved anything.
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That didn't mean he was going to just stay out of it of course. After all, if he missed an apocalyptic battle, he'd have to turn in his hero license. Rather, he had come up with a strategy that, if it worked, would allow him to bypass the beast, which looked pretty unstoppable, and deliver the spell directly to the man within. Harry's Spell Delivers. We'll get your spell to you in 30 minutes or less, or your next curse is free.
The first step had been to track down one of the creatures spawn he had heard about over the internet. Turned out that first step had been a dozy. Apparently Sinspawn were big ugly creatures with far more tentacles than should be allowed. Luckily this one wasn't that bright, and Harry had gotten the drop on it, blasting off its legs with fire and managing to trick it into running full force into the dome's wall, rendering itself unconscious. Of course, it had put up a serious fight after that, as the deep cuts on his face and chest attested to. How it had cut him with tentacles he didn't want to know...
Now Harry rose to his feet, having drawn and sealed a large circle around the creature, and began chanting a spell in broken Latin, vaguely to the tune of "A Monster Mash," shouting to be heard over the rain. Digging deep, he drew up a massive amount of power within himself, and sent it into the circle, whipping it up into a fury, drawing on the chaos of emotions in the city, and mixing it into the creatures very essence.
Then, when it was ready, Harry stepped forward, breaking the circle, slamming one end of his staff into the sinspawn, and pointing the other end at the massive creature. The power crackled around him for a moment, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and with a snarl he shouted, “And here’s the pitch!” Unleashing the energy it traveled along the innate mystical path that linked all parents to their children. With a bit of luck, Harry’s power might be able to make it through and hit the man inside. Harry wouldn’t kill him with magic, even if he had been capable of doing so, since that would likely do more harm than good, but he could do attack the mans mind, rendering him unconscious, or at least stunning him for a while, buy the others some time. He had also thrown in a curse that would hopefully seal away a small portion of Sin’s strength, mostly just to be a dick.
Of course, the side effect was now Harry had used up most of his energy. He might have one good attack left in him, but he wasn’t going to be slinging spells left and right for a while. Leaning on his staff, Harry took a deep breath and waited to see if his efforts had achieved anything.