Your explosive movement speeds you into the teeth of the melee. As He Who Sees Without Sight struggles with the snakeskin shrouding his head, the fomorian figment rears back with its might axe. The elder has already fallen away and holds a worthless hand over his face as he averts his eyes. The father is laying into the creature, the length of wood repeatedly passing through its incorporeal form. Unphased it brings its axe down just as the man who brought you hear finally gets the shroud off of his face. His eyes grow wide and he involuntarily shouts a fearless, stern, reproachful "NO" as the axe come down, as if he can command the beast or invert his own mortality.
[sblock]Guidance of the Past Encounter Power with Arcana + 7. Rolled 5. Second roll 15. 22 passes.[/sblock]
As I see the axe come down I know there is no way I can get there in time to intercept the blow with my weapon or my armored body. No chance.
My mind slips back to that same moment when I faced those Fomorians in that cave. I slew them to the last giant. They cannot be here. This must be a phantasm given life by whatever magic resides inside me. If it comes from within, then I can snuff it as one might a candle's flame. I focus all of my energy on severing whatever arcane tether has bound these figments to this world.
I feel the cutting of the cord.
Stuff!