|Scrawls in the Dust - John Booth||
The world spun and we landed hard on the cobbles where I had loaded the cart a few days earlier. The ground shook and the buildings trembled. A mushroom cloud grew in the sky from the direction of our warehouse.
The girls had fallen onto their hands and knees, mouths open as the mushroom cloud was followed by a blinding hemisphere of light. We needed protection from the coming shock wave. I started to create the magic required.
Someone grabbed my shoulder and I was turned around and a fist hit my jaw. Falling backwards I used magic to avoid banging my head on the cobbles. Even so, I was dazed.
“You bastard,” Josh said. There was blood on his knuckles and anger on his face. He stepped forward.
A howling fiery wind attacked the building. Horses and people screamed. Josh watched in astonishment as a cart flew past us, his desire to hit me forgotten. The air didn’t stir around us. Then I saw Lana and Esta in crouching positions with their hands raised, deflecting the firestorm with a combination of magic and sheer will power. They didn’t have enough power to win such a contest.
I stood up and concentrated my magic. My energy shield passed through theirs and the girls collapsed in exhaustion. The shield spread outwards, nullifying the firestorm for thousands of yards. When I sank down to my knees the only sounds were of buildings burning and the collapse of roofs.
“You stopped it,” Josh said in a whisper. “Nothing human could stop that.”