<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ebNp3eAXKMI/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Chris Knight<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Tempest<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>March 23, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stryker's Island<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Supergirl, Razor<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Parasite, K-man<br/><strong>Open:</strong>Supergirl, Razor<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Chris had managed to reestablish his connection with<em>Arturus, Brutus,</em>and<em>Invidia</em>just as Kara's heat vision lashed out at the Parasite.   Chris screamed with the pain as<em>Arturus</em>cried out with the bane to his own existence that was fire.   Chris reached out as he could, one hand grasping at the wet mud and sand that was the small shoreline of Stryker's.   It was luck as it was that Chris landed there when he was knocked out of the air by the Parasite.  He could had as easily been lashed against the rocks, and with the force that the creature had hit him, it likely would had killed him.  As it was he was certain he had not broken his arm and cracked his ribs.  As the pain of fire coursed through him and stole the last bit of breath from him, the last thing Chris saw was the green, glowing form of the mass of flesh before the Parasite too cried out in pure pain and agony.<br/><br/>It was a combination of factors that brought Chris from the blackness.  First was the cold water of the West River lapping at his face, filling his mouth with a bit of its foul taste.  Then there was<em>Brutus</em>and<em>Synn</em>whose presence was in his mind.  It was not so much words they were trying to communicate with him but sensations.<em>Synn</em>was a new spirit that has made her presence known to Chris.<em>Synn</em>was the spirit of metal, just as<em>Arturus</em>was for water,<em>Brutus</em>was for earth, and<em>Invidia</em>was for air.  No, it was more a sensation inside his head, a buzzing an itch that he could not scratch.<br/><br/>If it was not for<em>Synn</em>making an effort to reach out, it doubtful Chris would be able to move or push back the pain at all.  Back in history, when there had been other elemental warriors such as himself, the spirits of metal were highly prized for it was through them that master swordsmen were created, the metal of their blades being a part of them, an extension of their will.  To see to masters metal channelers to face off against one another was equal parts breath taking and terrible to behold.  In modern times when weapons were more plastic and artificially manufactured materials than not, but Chris could draw from<em>Synn</em>the strength that is metal, and use that to push aside the pain in his body, and to an extent, his mind.<br/><br/>Which turned out to be a good thing for Chris given the last item that finally brought him back to the world, blinking the blight light filtering through the sheer fabric of his face mask, the loud yelling of his hero name that was crashing again his ear drums.  Normally it would not be that bad, but Chris had been beaten up pretty bad, and the spirits that he called upon had taken their bit of abuse as well at the Parasite, and that pain fed back upon itself to Chris, giving him a bloody migraine from hell, which was a price he had to pay time from time when he channeled too much and too hard as he did during this battle.   It would normally leave him incapacitated for half a day, and that was with medication, more than half a day without.  With<em>Synn's</em>help he was able to function, a bit with difficulty, and pushed himself up to a seated position.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm here!  By the Goddess and Spirits and all that is holy stop shouting Red, you are far too loud and gonna split my head open.  Get me to the water on the other side of the island, the part that purple bastard didn't just shite all over when you gave him the gigawatt microwave stare.  Hurry, I think he broke my arm and some ribs here and I need <em>Arturus'</em> help or I am going to be in traction for at least a few weeks..."</strong>At the end of that, Chris turned on his side, and vomited up everything inside his stomach, because you know, migraine, and the West River...more the West River, but still.