NOTE: Your level of detail is a little "different": you are still assensing, and that changes the way you see everything.
The lines of magic forming the barrier intensify, seeming to lock everything within the entire envelope away from the world upon which you stand. You see lines of force begin to flare across the goon on Reggie's left, indicating that he's getting ready to cast some wiz-powerful spell. It somehow looks wrong, stilted and just a little off-kilter, like it's being pulled through a harsh filter, one for which it is incompatible.
From your left you see a form, a shadowy figure, practically burst with dark energy as a trio of darkforce fireballs erupt from its fingertips. It quickly recedes from visibility, fading from your view as if someone put out its light source from within. The triumvirate of darkforce energy slams into the darkened assault rifle held by the goon to Reggie's right, and the instant it makes contact with the metal of the weapon it expands, you see what appears to be hundreds of thousands of gibbering, grinding teeth, instantly crunching through the weapon, its accessories, and the forearm of the goon, the whole affair couched in a writing flare of dark energy. The weapon is ground to small chunks anywhere the toothy maws have been, taking the forearm off all the way up to the elbow. The energy seems to flare as the toothy things vanish, leaving the pistol-grip, the stock, and a stump of a left arm, bleeding lightly. The goon on Reggie's right drops to his knees, and you note that after-shocks of the attack snap and arc across his body like aftershocks of lightning. The goon starts to rummage on the other side of his belt...
At that point you see a football-shaped "hole" appear in space-time "around" the goon on Reggie's right. His spell energy still grows but he hasn't let the spell off yet. The "hole" is lined with greenish tentacles jerking randomly to the left and to the right, and the left-goon appears to be "in there" with them, his body instantly wrapped in them. His head rocks back as if to scream, and the tear in the fabric of space-time instantly closes, leaving a flicker of a "hole" where the goon once stood charging his spell, then nothing.
Reggie isn't paying attention, or perhaps he is incapable of sensing everything that is going on. His assault rifle, as powerful as it is, is nowhere near powerful enough to take down the seeming Force-9 (you guess) mana barrier, and it would appear that Jillian knows it. Her smile is rich, and she begins circling her hands/arms outward, and you see a green streamer of energy surge forth from her hands, seeming to draw in the outer edge of the outside barrier, the one through which you are watching. The black fire shoots upwards, along the inner edges of the enclosure boundary, and the entire confines shrink up, drawing in on itself, centering on the flames that burn in the center of it all. In less than two seconds the entire thing is gone, soundlessly blinking in on itself, the unearthly flames at the center vanishing along with it. Nightmarishly, all is silent after-impressions, sort of an after-flash but without the wierd blindness on your retinas as it fades from your consciousness. Silence reigns. Silence, and the sounds of the distant city noises, the horns honking "out there" somewhere, as well as the helicopter coasting low overhead, lazily drifting towards the downtown. An NYPD chopper, by the looks of it, but not actively tracking what's happening down here. It continues to cross the park, not eager to be anywhere at this time. Must be nice... |
