[IRP] The First of Many

[Swift_Assassin]

Shad just sighed. Now his concentration has to be split three ways, between trying to stay on a flying horse, casting a fire spell, and using the wind magic from his sword concurrently. This keeps getting worse be the second. I'd be better off launching myself at this thing. St. Elimine, please let our foolish plan succeed. Spare this town this disaster. He thought to himself.

"Kalin! Fly to meteor's left! Just slightly ahead of the center!" he ordered. And just like the good 'pilot?' she said she is, Kalin brought him right to where he needed them to be. Unfortunately, a problem presented itself. The pegasus wings occasionally got in the way. "Kalin, is there anyway you can keep the wings from flapping so much? Like, uh...what's the term. I got it, gliding. Have your pegasus glide!"

Crazy ideas started getting into his head, probably from the lighter air up here, and he started to understand Kalin much more. "Yeah, and...and I'll use the wind magic behind us like I did before...and perhaps some exploding fireballs to propel us faster," He kept speaking. He turned around so he can see what he was doing. He held his sword up between his eyes in his right hand and held the book open in his left. He began casting the concurrent spells behind them.

"Okay, got it. Hold on tight!"

With Shad's added wind and fire magic acting as a sort of rocket, they were able to quickly shoot high into the air, far above the oncoming meteor, and make a fearless dive towards the flaming boulder. The angle along with the glide kept the wings out of the way, and Shad falling forward meant he could balance himself on Kalin and still have both hands free.

Shad took a deep breath after that maneuvre and returned to a similar postion as he was before. As he kept chanting, fire balls kept shooting away from them at the side of the meteor. Some of them were aided by the wind magic propelling them faster, and some times the wind just hit the meteor by itself. He just kept up with it, which for an apprentice at best, was all he could do. He can almost hear his uncle begin to scold him for doing something he specifically told him not to do. But now wasn't the time for that. All he had time to do was cast, ever faster. He couldn't even tell if he was moving it or not. He couldn't even tell if he was hitting it. All he had in his sight was a sword, really close to his face, Neil's fire tome, and Kalin's back.

His vision starting going blurry and he had dots popping up in his eyes. Still, he kept casting. Not...yet. Just..a...few.......more.. He then let go of his sword and collapsed against Kalins back, sandwiching the blade and book between them. He had to hope against his efforts bore fruit and that this disaster was averted. He also had to hope he didn't inadvertedly kill himself from using too much magic.

((Bit of a joint post, but only like a paragraph))