01-31-2016, 04:14 PM
Bitter, nail-biting thoughts crept into her head. The thief was dead or as good as dead. In a momentary blur of motion the dark-haired swordswoman was up from where she had been thrown onto the ground, her sword arm flexing and her shoulder blades smarting from the effort.
The soles of Jade’s shoes swept over the treacherously jagged ice, impossibly red droplets trickling down her leg with each footfall. Her ears were as sorely-colored as her blood and she was utterly chilled to the bone. Watery eyes strained against the breathing field of snow spread all around their lonely rail-car, the coppery taste of blood sharp-tasting in her mouth and dribbling down her chin in sticky trickles.
She was a means unto an end. Before, she could move mountains with a simple hand gesture, but in that boundless, mercilessly white landscape there were no great monoliths or mounds of rock to topple. She would have to think creatively.
Her spacial awareness flexed, much like a forgotten limb stretching against the confines of reality, before settling over everything around her like a thick woolen blanket. The sickening tilt of her situation marred the exquisite beauty of the swirling, wintry world around her— it was not the world she knew, and the people there were just as unfamiliar. A drowsy, half-lidded glance towards those virulent persons to be found but a short distance away was evidence enough of that. Now, if only she could compel that sphere of attentive actuality to move.
Deep furrows of ice, severely entwined throughout the lake in shapeless heaps, suddenly became clear. Jade’s arms burned with a relentless pain as she deliberately drew them apart, her palms falling open as if to catch the frozen drizzle tinkling down from above. Viridian flames leapt eagerly across her skin; her limbs began to jerk spasmodically with exertion.
Unbeknownst to the struggling combatants, where the mechanized soldier’s heel ground with a harsh keen against the ice, broken bits of powder collected and spilled into a rift that began to splinter into the frost nearly an inch away. Cavernous, yawning groans strummed through the earth, thin siphons of bluish-white ice twanging like the strings of a violin.
That which was once an infinitesimal crack widened, tree branch-like ravines boring deep into the lake’s frozen surface. A swell of water below throbbed and pressed upwards in response. Slowly, little by little, in a series of piano-drumming cracks and ivory tears, the ground beneath the thief and code-driven titan overturned like a capsized ship, dumping a surging wash of frozen water across the ice.
What followed was a sequence of sloshing steps and swinging weapons, increasing in volume as the group of fighters teetered about the wobbling ice floe before making a swift exit from it. With a humph of disappointment, Jade tried again with another wide-sweeping hand motion, thin spurts of water and snow fountaining into the air as another great chunk of the ice sliced downwards with a roiling crunch.
The pain ripened in her leg akin to a cider-ready apple, tart and heady. Simple biology couldn’t explain it, the little snowflakes burrowing into her wounds like jagged barbwire.
With her blaster gun hooked under one arm, Jade forced herself to trek through the thick drifts of snow. Her hands shifted about as if she were turning a ship’s wheel, eyes trained upon the undulating piers of ice as she raised and lowered them like clockwork.
An arc of motion in only centimeters; one of Jade’s clenched fists formed into a finger pistol. With the other hand, her fingers outstretched towards the earth, she created a spinning dais beneath the blade-bearing warriors before hurdling atop it herself.
Several seconds coasted easily past; electric green sang along her index finger, zapping out in a thin stream of light. It just barely scorched along Colonel’s left cheek, his severe mask briefly broken by an almost human grimace right as he brought his saber around with many bad intentions boiling in his code.
Jade buckled and bent, hiccuping a breath close to her collarbone before wrangling herself back upwards in a rush of green and swaying black. She twisted and rolled around the warrior in some bizarre game of whack-a-mole, mind buzzing with the chase just as one blow met its mark.
Metal grazed against a shockingly green edge as Colonel directed a mortal stab at her torso, only for it to ricochet bluntly off of her blaster gun. It bent and snapped, frosty blue powder bursting outwards in a peal of blinding sparks.
A mournful noise burbled at the back of her throat as Jade watched the remnants of her gun hit the ground, cleanly split in two. It had been a parting gift from her grandfather. And now it, too, was gone.
The soles of Jade’s shoes swept over the treacherously jagged ice, impossibly red droplets trickling down her leg with each footfall. Her ears were as sorely-colored as her blood and she was utterly chilled to the bone. Watery eyes strained against the breathing field of snow spread all around their lonely rail-car, the coppery taste of blood sharp-tasting in her mouth and dribbling down her chin in sticky trickles.
She was a means unto an end. Before, she could move mountains with a simple hand gesture, but in that boundless, mercilessly white landscape there were no great monoliths or mounds of rock to topple. She would have to think creatively.
Her spacial awareness flexed, much like a forgotten limb stretching against the confines of reality, before settling over everything around her like a thick woolen blanket. The sickening tilt of her situation marred the exquisite beauty of the swirling, wintry world around her— it was not the world she knew, and the people there were just as unfamiliar. A drowsy, half-lidded glance towards those virulent persons to be found but a short distance away was evidence enough of that. Now, if only she could compel that sphere of attentive actuality to move.
Deep furrows of ice, severely entwined throughout the lake in shapeless heaps, suddenly became clear. Jade’s arms burned with a relentless pain as she deliberately drew them apart, her palms falling open as if to catch the frozen drizzle tinkling down from above. Viridian flames leapt eagerly across her skin; her limbs began to jerk spasmodically with exertion.
Unbeknownst to the struggling combatants, where the mechanized soldier’s heel ground with a harsh keen against the ice, broken bits of powder collected and spilled into a rift that began to splinter into the frost nearly an inch away. Cavernous, yawning groans strummed through the earth, thin siphons of bluish-white ice twanging like the strings of a violin.
That which was once an infinitesimal crack widened, tree branch-like ravines boring deep into the lake’s frozen surface. A swell of water below throbbed and pressed upwards in response. Slowly, little by little, in a series of piano-drumming cracks and ivory tears, the ground beneath the thief and code-driven titan overturned like a capsized ship, dumping a surging wash of frozen water across the ice.
What followed was a sequence of sloshing steps and swinging weapons, increasing in volume as the group of fighters teetered about the wobbling ice floe before making a swift exit from it. With a humph of disappointment, Jade tried again with another wide-sweeping hand motion, thin spurts of water and snow fountaining into the air as another great chunk of the ice sliced downwards with a roiling crunch.
The pain ripened in her leg akin to a cider-ready apple, tart and heady. Simple biology couldn’t explain it, the little snowflakes burrowing into her wounds like jagged barbwire.
With her blaster gun hooked under one arm, Jade forced herself to trek through the thick drifts of snow. Her hands shifted about as if she were turning a ship’s wheel, eyes trained upon the undulating piers of ice as she raised and lowered them like clockwork.
An arc of motion in only centimeters; one of Jade’s clenched fists formed into a finger pistol. With the other hand, her fingers outstretched towards the earth, she created a spinning dais beneath the blade-bearing warriors before hurdling atop it herself.
Several seconds coasted easily past; electric green sang along her index finger, zapping out in a thin stream of light. It just barely scorched along Colonel’s left cheek, his severe mask briefly broken by an almost human grimace right as he brought his saber around with many bad intentions boiling in his code.
Jade buckled and bent, hiccuping a breath close to her collarbone before wrangling herself back upwards in a rush of green and swaying black. She twisted and rolled around the warrior in some bizarre game of whack-a-mole, mind buzzing with the chase just as one blow met its mark.
Metal grazed against a shockingly green edge as Colonel directed a mortal stab at her torso, only for it to ricochet bluntly off of her blaster gun. It bent and snapped, frosty blue powder bursting outwards in a peal of blinding sparks.
A mournful noise burbled at the back of her throat as Jade watched the remnants of her gun hit the ground, cleanly split in two. It had been a parting gift from her grandfather. And now it, too, was gone.
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