He concentrated. The largest flying object that he’d made was a modestly-sized boulder, no bigger than himself, and throughout his testing over the last few days, he hadn’t been able to supersede that limit. But here and now? When it really mattered? Could he demand more of himself?
The answer was no, he discovered. As he much as he focused, he couldn’t make the boulder larger. And he couldn’t make two boulders, either--not without decreasing the size.
He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, really. That would have certainly been too easy.
As soon as the worm became more than a silhouette, Hector pitched his boulder forward at cannon speed, along with a host of other projectiles from the other Rainlords.
The beast leapt up and over the assault, spinning through the air again and flinging sludge in all directions.
The Lord Dimas Sebolt was there to meet it, and the air in front of the man distorted it visibly as a gravity well caught the worm in midair, halting even its centripetal motion and suspending its acidic sludge as well.
Wide-eyed and mouth open, Hector just stared at the scene before him.
Electricity stirred in the beast’s mouth, crackling and bristling with power before it spewed out at Dimas, but the man avoided it easily enough.
Or seemed to.
The lightning arced around in a flash and caught Dimas in the shoulder, causing him to falter but not release his hold. Smote and smoking, Dimas circled around to the worm’s side, farther away from its mouth. It spewed more lightning, but it was entirely ineffectual this time.
Hector breathed again. For a moment, he even allowed himself to wonder if the threat had been neutralized.
Then the worm split apart.