Apparently I was not good at making barriers. It was like hitting a brick wall at hundred miles an hour. I was thrown high and far, and the energy barrier shattered into a million tiny gold lights. I hit the ground hard, but layers of snow and Mishal landing under me cushioned my fall as much as landing on a chunk of obsidian could. I think I must have blacked out for a moment or two, because when I woke, Mishal was pulling me out of the snow. I felt something hot and liquid on the side of my face, and when I dabbed at my temple, it came away dark and red. I must have hit my head on the way down. Mishal looked very guilty and I felt a little bit dizzy, but Leviathan’s rumbling helped me refocus.
He’d lost his momentum and was sort of coasting sideways in the water; apparently the wall had hit him just as hard as he had hit us. That made me feel a little bit better about our prospects, and simultaneous guilty for pretty much punching an Old God in the face with my magick, but it was a win-lose kind of situation.
Not a particularly fabulous piece of writing and its still in draft 1, but I kind of liked how it sounded, so there it is.