Gednam Wood

The smoke and haze hung heavily in the sky.

Brys' vision was clearing up, and he was falling fast.

His Maggie had collided with the beater, and on impact, him and the broom were torn apart. Luckily his Exi-suit was made pretty well, but the internal augmentation systems were still out, but his com was still on. The suit was basically a speeding bullet with an chat box. He was so dazed that he didnt even realize the yelling in his com -

"Bryson! Wake up! Ergghah!"

"If you're not dead you're gonna be-"

"Im here Wally. stuff your fucking face much, huh?" Bryson contorted.

"--Wha- What'd you say, wait, you ass, you're alive."

"Hurry we gotta get you slowed down enough, someone's gotta catch you, or can you fly?"

"No way, suit's shot from the neck down. Im gliding"

"FUCK!"

"How did we get ourselves like this we gotta--"

"Don't, we're gonna get out this, and it's gonna hurt but bear with me, OK?"

"Fuck are you cooking, B"

"You need someone on crew to Ex a High Voltage spell, uh uh, like Ex plot lux caeli! "

"Ok well you're too far up for me, my focus could fry up the whole air space."

"We gotta get someone who can cast this, quick."

"Tell Streya now, tell her and don't leave anything out, hurry, she can do this, she should be only a couple of row over from you, text her DAW and let me know---"

Brys felt a chill up his spine as soon as he let himself trail off. He knew Strey wouldn't let him die, even if it meant hurting. Hurting everything. Instinctively he clinched all his muscles, his crazy best friend was probably about to hurl a spell right at him. He quickly glanced around to see if maybe he could spot her from the descent, but it was no good. Just as he was about to turn his head he saw a flash of light, his heart started to race. Fuck. if he could've only stayed away from trouble, but it seemed this is what he gets for going abcd on the other seeker just to get the glitch. The light was getting closer, he braced himself. Then all of a sudden he felt a tingle everywhere like a static shock, he heard a familiar sound, his suit was turning on, he could move, but he wasn't fast enough to dodge the bolt and as soon as it hit him he almost shitted his pants.

"Ahhhhh, Fuck!"

Brys was locked and loaded. He activated his suit via punching the kill switch on his hip, and he could feel himself starting to slow down but these were Quid Exi-suits meant to be paired with a Maggie broom in order for lightweight protection. Spells carry energy, which means you'll need a power source that can take each item. All he had in his pocket now was a hope that his Mag was still functional. 

"Quidny, put out a beacon for my Maggie, but put a delay on to match my descent"

"I'll do as best as I can, but Right Away."

"Freaking A.I. all he had to say was Ok, Brys thought to himself"

Quickly he turned his head towards where his HUD was showing where his Maggie was. He Glided towards the middle crowd section, and saw his Mag start to float and then rocket towards him. He reached out as soon as he could to catch it, but the Maggie busted into his hand like a lead football. He was gripping the front end, but holding the end like he was about to give the field crew just what they needed to clean him up. He swayed himself enough to get his hand in riding position upside down, and revved the hell out of the Mag up. Feeling the pull, he veered up and away from the pitch just as he was about two stories up. Slowly he let himself down onto the pitch, sitting flat on his ass. Sweating in about every place possible he could feel the snot dripping from his nose from the collision and the descent. He had to find out who was out for him. It was his first year at the Consort, but he had played friendlies ever since he was scouted back in high school. He didn't want any troubles at Gednam, since he already had a mission of his own. He opened his helmet, letting the glitch drop in his lap. He held it tight. Brys' heart started to slow. He was locked and loaded.