Warp

Norn threw the dagger in his hand as hard as he could at the far wall, watching it spin through the air, its arc slowly dropping just before it hit the wall and...

It was back in his hand as he swung from its handle, gripping it as hard as he could to keep from dropping. He gasped as the air caught back up with his lungs - he had warped like this countless times before, but he would never get used to the feeling of the air in his lungs all being pushed against one side, like water in a box when it is moved without warning. As quick as he could, he turned his attention back to the fight that he had just withdrawn himself from.

What he and his friends were fighting was the equivalent of a god. A massive beast in the shape of a man, though it was anything but. Its footsteps were already enough to dent the earth, and it was swinging those feet down at the four of them with all the might it possessed. Its leg sunk into the ground as they evacuated with each blow it made. The only thing making it possible was the fact that its massive size meant that it was slow moving. Its body wasn't built for the physics of the world on which they were fighting. It was powerful to be certain, but it simply couldn't function the same way they could. And that was without their magic.

Norn dropped towards the ground as he pulled the dagger free from the stone wall, landing with an audible thud that sent a shock through his legs, but for the most part unharmed. He slipped it back into his belt, secured by a quick strap that he could undo to redraw the dagger in an instant. From his back he pulled the greatsword that he carried for this fight - he knew he couldn't swing it as fast, but it wasn't like this thing could move fast to dodge it. He needed the weight and the size of the blade to be able to make any kind of a dent.

"Norn!" one of his companions shouted out. "We can't just keep attacking its hands and feet whenever they come at us! We've gotta get up somewhere and do some damage it won't just find ticklish!"

He nodded in agreement. He knew what that meant, and even though he hated doing it, he really couldn't argue. He motioned towards the others, and they spread out, drawing the monster's attention, and as it moved its arms to attack them it left itself open in the face. He slipped the dagger loose again and gripped it in his offhand. This one would hurt.