"Morgan!" cried out Click, as the robed figures pushed her down to her knees, knife pressed at her throat.  He charged down the hill, giving nary a thought to the spells as they flew by him, some colliding with him, ripping his clothes, tearing into his flesh.  He could hear Kots behind him.  How far, he didn't know.  His focus on getting to Morgan was so intense that he didn't notice that he was bleeding until he had already taken cover behind a rock at the foot of the dune. 

The robed figures involved the ritual didn't look away or move out of sync of the pattern in which they were already entranced.  From what he read in the book, it appeared as though they were nearing the end of the ritual, for they were starting to chant louder, and the chants had less time for the intervals between each statement; it was soon going to be time for the sacrifice.

Without even thinking, Click ran up to the circle and slammed his hands on the ground, touching it while Kots flew in front of him, absorbing spells left and right with his staff.  He sensed the power within the circle and instantly knew that the power within far exceeded any amount of energy that even Kots could absorb, let alone the limited amount of siphoning that was left to him.  Nevertheless one of his teammates was in trouble, and he never left a teammate behind, especially when it was in his power to help. 

The power was overwhelming; it all tried to rush into his body at once, like an ocean of water leaking out of a pin prick in a dam.  He could feel the energy of the spell tearing apart his skin as he saw pieces of his flesh floating off his body.  Something needed to be done with this energy, or he wouldn't be able to survive long enough to drain the entire spell. 

His eyes glowed as though electrified, and the ground shook as he picked up the entire mound of sand beneath their location and brought it into the air.  It still wasn't enough.  Taking his first thought, he threw the sand at all his foes, then blasted it with heat, so that tiny shards of glass flew into two thirds of his foes, and they fell to the ground, blood staining the sand beneath them.  Bigger, he thought, and grew the fire blast so large that it enveloped the entire floating island, turning it all instantly into glass, red stained glass.

The circle was almost done, the last remnants of power still quite powerful, but nothing compared to when he first touched it.  With the last of his effort, and a blast of light from the circle, everything on top of the floating island stood still.  The circle vanished, and click walked over to Morgan and his captive, and just barely managed to push the robed man over with his foot, grabbing Morgan and lifting her in his arms. 

Bleeding profusely, he walked over to Kots, grabbed him with what strength he had left in his arm, and dragged him to the edge of the island where he looked down, tattered clothes hanging off his body.  He cried aloud as the burning sting of absorbing a teleportation spell from Kots caused smoke to rise from his hand.  He muttered the words, and clumsily managed to make the movements required to cast the spell, and brought them all to the ground, just over a mile away from the giant floating island's original resting place.

It was then that the breeze continued again, and in the few seconds before he blacked out, Click watched as the red island, accentuated in the red sunlight of sunset, fell to pieces, along with all the cultists and any plans they may have had.  He collapsed to the ground, with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his team was safe.

(Hey-O!  Not sure if this is the end of Kots, Click, and Morgan...  I really liked them, what do you all think, should I continue of with them, or move on to something else?  Lemme know!  Oh, I'm going away on a trip for a week or so, but I'll try to continue writing when and where I can.  Anyway, hope you all are having a great start of your week!  Peace out, my homey g dawgs! )