Post by Grand Mundus on Sept 16, 2017 21:42:21 GMT
If the machines had analytical brains to compute the many facets of the organics, the Necromancer himself had the necessary intelligence to actually stay on sync with them, if not consider the many aspects of physics, to consider what would occur, to consider and predict in turn with divided attention and with minimal impedance in his performance. It was why he was able to hone in on the tactics employed, and act almost immediately after outrunning the explosions. Details of his surroundings were taken note, especially to how the Barriers had contained the explosions. If Sanctuary's forces had taught that they were the only ones that can learn, that can adapt to enemy tactics, and make up counter measures, then the Necromancer had wagered that these technophiles were by all means painfully naive in their thoughts. He was not prey like the ilk of Eden, or so he likened himself in mentality, but a scavenger, a wolf of sorts that snarled and attacked, and retreated when there was literally no benefit to the battle. This was one of them. At most, perhaps the destruction of the park had caused nothing more than a headache for Sanctuary personnel, made them waste resources and with nothing to show for it, aside from... revelation that someone like Kishar had appeared. In regards to him? He withheld his stronger spells, and found himself out of pride, attacking. As if he would not want to be outdone by the mystery girl, as one colleague of the arcane arts to another.
Already, he was running towards what he had spied to be a hole in the ground past all that fogginess brought up by dust pluming up like a rooster's tail, clouding up the area. The disappearance of that mysterious yet intriguing woman had once again caught him at a dull surprise, but not surprised enough to leave him stunned. Canting magic under his breath, his speed hastened to blurring speeds, and he had sprinted towards that hole, which would have meant that same pulse aimed towards him and the lad(ette) would by all means, miss him and hit the area he once stood at, having left the pulse itself behind as he outran, steering clear and away from its growing proximity as it was now behind him but one that wouldn't reach him given current bearing and speed. It also meant in technicalities, he'd be leaving the third comer to the party, the genderbender, to no doubt bear the brunt of the aggressive electro-magnetic pulse. Whichever the case, he adapted, and accommodated his patterns when attacked to be random, varied, and in many ways, a counter to the recognition of whatever softwares had registered of his movements and sequences. His speed has made short distance of the 500 meter sprint, that soon enough, he head leaped into the hole in an ample manner, and before any can follow him in, he would sprint into said Kishar-made tunnel, and cast behind himself casually...
Debris had landed, and clogged up the hole, no doubt slowing any possible runners, and he kept doing it, collapsing the tunnel behind himself with a quick casting of his spell. It was a spell that embodied the power of force, slamming into the artificial tunnel and closing up his trail cold. He outran the constant collapse as he kept on going without an end, ready to use erasing type spells should things go awry, and even more, he'd be able to keep running his pace right to the end of the tunnel to wherever Kishar is, no doubt.