02-28-2016, 11:10 AM
She is alive as they soar to the Chamber on the electric beneath her feet. This is what she knows, after all. Not war, necessarily, but her own powers. They are, in a weird way, the only thing she is very certain of. She has memories of her life in the Deserts, serving in the peace caste (she has always been good with words, deadly though she may be). She remembers Kratos in vague way, flashes of him when he came and went from the Deserts. Mostly, she remembers the way their power calls to one another, as it does now.
Together, they are nothing but pure power. Together, they are nearly unstoppable.
The electric storm that radiates out from them crashes into everything in its path. Mostly trees from where they stand, the kingdom having been nearly taken over by the forest. The trees crack and break, crashing to the ground, though they don’t catch on fire as they should. Magic, undoubtedly.
From one side, the electric comes streaming back at them. She laughs at this, as if her own electric can hurt her. Instead she stands her ground, embracing the storm as it hits her. The electric absorbs back into her skin, strengthening her. The eyes flash in front of her, and she says nothing, but her smile is enough. You’ll have to try harder, it seems to say, though she doesn’t say the taunt aloud.
She is powerful, yes, but there are plenty more powerful than she. She’s not entirely inviting them to really try, but neither will she fear them. A tree comes crashing toward them then, a loud crack preceeding it’s fall. She throws a shield of electric around her and Kratos, the tree splintering as it crashes into her shield.
Around them, there’s nothing but destruction. The lightning around them had faded, though it still sparks off her skin. Broken trees and limbs scatter the area around them, but it’s more clearing then much of the rest of the kingdom had now. She turns to Kratos with a smile. It wouldn’t be long before someone found them here, she’s sure. But they were ready.
Together, they are nothing but pure power. Together, they are nearly unstoppable.
The electric storm that radiates out from them crashes into everything in its path. Mostly trees from where they stand, the kingdom having been nearly taken over by the forest. The trees crack and break, crashing to the ground, though they don’t catch on fire as they should. Magic, undoubtedly.
From one side, the electric comes streaming back at them. She laughs at this, as if her own electric can hurt her. Instead she stands her ground, embracing the storm as it hits her. The electric absorbs back into her skin, strengthening her. The eyes flash in front of her, and she says nothing, but her smile is enough. You’ll have to try harder, it seems to say, though she doesn’t say the taunt aloud.
She is powerful, yes, but there are plenty more powerful than she. She’s not entirely inviting them to really try, but neither will she fear them. A tree comes crashing toward them then, a loud crack preceeding it’s fall. She throws a shield of electric around her and Kratos, the tree splintering as it crashes into her shield.
Around them, there’s nothing but destruction. The lightning around them had faded, though it still sparks off her skin. Broken trees and limbs scatter the area around them, but it’s more clearing then much of the rest of the kingdom had now. She turns to Kratos with a smile. It wouldn’t be long before someone found them here, she’s sure. But they were ready.
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