Re: [Chapter 7] The Deep Throne
Posted: 23 Feb 2018, 20:06
It worked, but she didn't disarm a bomb.
It became clear to her as she escaped from her own mind and glared in the direction in what appeared to be a dud. Any other day, Every would have stabbed the ******** without hesitation. But today? She didn't want to fight. She really didn't want to fight. She got along with Freyja, Ariadne and Amalea. They were people who Every considered friends and she didn't see the need to get between them. They could solve everything without fighting, she was almost sure of it. It would be a tedious task trying to figure out something that everyone would be happy with, yes, but it could be done. Her dark hair fell over her face as she tried to think of her best course of action.
Her mind drifted back to Locryn's, connecting as the human woman's emotions rolled over her. Confusion, interest. "Every, what are you up to? Who was that to spoke to me?" Locryn voiced to which the shadow replied, "Don't worry about it. You'll be okay." There was skepticism in the human's mind just before Every slipped back out of it. After a moment's pause, she said to Amalea, "Locryn is on her way." As her attention turned to the fight, her lips fell out of the small frown into a deeper one as her hand returned to her holster and drew her firearm.
"Freyja!" One hit turned into two as Every moved. Close range would have typically been preferred, it always was. She still wasn't fond of firearms - not after the one Micah gave her once blew up in her face. Point and aim, pull the trigger. It was always the same. There was skill to it, but she preferred to apply strength. To apply speed. Every could only hope that Ariadne would know it wasn't personal. Freyja was her family, she'd always been one to protect her own. She'd have done it regardless, even if it were Amalea.
Her shots were careful not to kill. This would become obvious as she sought to cripple the mystic - firing more to injure rather than kill. She'd always respected her, appreciated her insight on things. When Freyja fell, a glint of surprise appeared. Every stumbled, her steps faultering before she regained her composure and fired another shot off.
She didn't expect to fail. She didn't expect to find herself in the shadow realm again, not this soon. Irritation flickered through her as she felt minor relief. If she died, then they all would end up there. Well, minus Amalea. Her mind reached out to the blood thief, "I'm in the shadow realm. Locryn will listen to you when she gets there. Please be safe."
It became clear to her as she escaped from her own mind and glared in the direction in what appeared to be a dud. Any other day, Every would have stabbed the ******** without hesitation. But today? She didn't want to fight. She really didn't want to fight. She got along with Freyja, Ariadne and Amalea. They were people who Every considered friends and she didn't see the need to get between them. They could solve everything without fighting, she was almost sure of it. It would be a tedious task trying to figure out something that everyone would be happy with, yes, but it could be done. Her dark hair fell over her face as she tried to think of her best course of action.
Her mind drifted back to Locryn's, connecting as the human woman's emotions rolled over her. Confusion, interest. "Every, what are you up to? Who was that to spoke to me?" Locryn voiced to which the shadow replied, "Don't worry about it. You'll be okay." There was skepticism in the human's mind just before Every slipped back out of it. After a moment's pause, she said to Amalea, "Locryn is on her way." As her attention turned to the fight, her lips fell out of the small frown into a deeper one as her hand returned to her holster and drew her firearm.
"Freyja!" One hit turned into two as Every moved. Close range would have typically been preferred, it always was. She still wasn't fond of firearms - not after the one Micah gave her once blew up in her face. Point and aim, pull the trigger. It was always the same. There was skill to it, but she preferred to apply strength. To apply speed. Every could only hope that Ariadne would know it wasn't personal. Freyja was her family, she'd always been one to protect her own. She'd have done it regardless, even if it were Amalea.
Her shots were careful not to kill. This would become obvious as she sought to cripple the mystic - firing more to injure rather than kill. She'd always respected her, appreciated her insight on things. When Freyja fell, a glint of surprise appeared. Every stumbled, her steps faultering before she regained her composure and fired another shot off.
She didn't expect to fail. She didn't expect to find herself in the shadow realm again, not this soon. Irritation flickered through her as she felt minor relief. If she died, then they all would end up there. Well, minus Amalea. Her mind reached out to the blood thief, "I'm in the shadow realm. Locryn will listen to you when she gets there. Please be safe."