Post by Ira on Jan 12, 2013 12:22:55 GMT -6
At the sight of of the hail of ten shots coming from the man before them, Wakanda raised her hands and a shield of her own was created with the faintest tint of the color blue to it. It formed in place just as Sparda's formed, layering behind his. Her shield did not fall though, it merely altered slightly to provide an opening for the demon's shot to be taken. Her weapon right now would be of no use though. Not when one considered these rounds exploded. They might have incinerated normally, but that explosion would be far too close to try to stand up against and attempt to stop at all. She was not as skilled as others in shifting entire forces of energy.
For now though, she could test the theory concerning if he would simply mindlessly attack. Her eyes moved about looking for something. Pictures. All she needed were pictures right now. Wakanda's gaze darted back to in front of her, she had ideas at least. There was a sharp tug on the Force and the shield seemed to flicker just for the briefest of seconds as she focused on creating her illusion down at the opposite end of the hall. One, two, five people stood. Modeled after those she had thrown from the hospital herself. These people were visible to herself, as she was their creator, and for the one she intended to experience their existence as well; this seemingly crazed being before her and Sparda.
She gave the silent command and let them attack in the manner she felt they would attack the best and true to their own nature. Various guns were raised and fired towards the the Subject. Yells and screams echoed from them through the Force, calling to end him in various manners. These screams and yells though should have been felt by the subject in the hall with her and Sparda. A hail of shots rang out from the illusions created. Sensory invasion was key and vital to successfully using Force Illusions, to make them feel with each sense that such things were truly present to prevent them from being able to simply dismiss it as nothing more than an illusions. Paired with the skill Crucitorn, the skill had the ability to prove to be overwhelming to the senses of people. Hopefully though, the illusion would prove to maybe be enough of a distraction to allow Sparda's shot to hit and even if it did not take down the man, maybe he'd have more time to deal with it while at least it was partially distracted.
For now though, she could test the theory concerning if he would simply mindlessly attack. Her eyes moved about looking for something. Pictures. All she needed were pictures right now. Wakanda's gaze darted back to in front of her, she had ideas at least. There was a sharp tug on the Force and the shield seemed to flicker just for the briefest of seconds as she focused on creating her illusion down at the opposite end of the hall. One, two, five people stood. Modeled after those she had thrown from the hospital herself. These people were visible to herself, as she was their creator, and for the one she intended to experience their existence as well; this seemingly crazed being before her and Sparda.
She gave the silent command and let them attack in the manner she felt they would attack the best and true to their own nature. Various guns were raised and fired towards the the Subject. Yells and screams echoed from them through the Force, calling to end him in various manners. These screams and yells though should have been felt by the subject in the hall with her and Sparda. A hail of shots rang out from the illusions created. Sensory invasion was key and vital to successfully using Force Illusions, to make them feel with each sense that such things were truly present to prevent them from being able to simply dismiss it as nothing more than an illusions. Paired with the skill Crucitorn, the skill had the ability to prove to be overwhelming to the senses of people. Hopefully though, the illusion would prove to maybe be enough of a distraction to allow Sparda's shot to hit and even if it did not take down the man, maybe he'd have more time to deal with it while at least it was partially distracted.
