PRIDE BEFORE A FALL | Closed.

[limier]

WHO: Lakshmi + Coupe, Kitty, Gwenaelle, Helena, Iorveth, Marcoulf, Merrill, Solas.
WHAT: Fade cannonball
WHEN: You can't make me date you
WHERE: The Free Marches
NOTES: OOC Post, Discussion plurk.

This is routine.

A rift, high above the ruins of the Hammer’s Edge Bridge. It cuts into the sky, green and pulsing as a wound to spit out spirits like misery. This is routine — but the position is precarious, so near to a cliff ledge. Watch your footing, a fall promises only sharp rocks and water below.

The task is straightforward: Close the tear, or provide a diversion for the Rifters doing so. Keep yourself alive, and keep your hand to the task, no matter how it aches. When respite comes, it’s a matter of seconds: The Rift stabilizes, and,

And Lakshmi breaks from the group. Moving fast (too considered for the pace, every demon dodged, never a misstep on the odd root or rock) as she sprints for the edge. Maybe you tried to grab her, stop her, stop someone else from grabbing her.

She launches herself legs out, flatly determined in her aim —

Maybe it’s only that like it or not, she’s going through that rift. Maybe it’s that there’s no good reason not to join her. Maybe it’s that everyone else is jumping too.

Routine, right?

 

Comments

[shri]

[ It's like running into a brick wall. It's going to take damn near everything to keep it from hitting her with all strength. Not more than that second to pull her shield up. Snapping it up, curling her body small behind it.

It doesn't catch all of it, and it doesn't stop it from sending her flying. Sent skidding over the ground, her back hitting it and bouncing the once. Like being backhanded by a Lycan for the sheer force of it, and at least it didn't cut her in the process. But she's left scrambling to get her feet under her again. Bones, bones meant stabbing wouldn't be any use. Bones meant slashing to see if force could do something to it.

She manages to get the blade up in time before it jumps to land on her. Aiming this time for its throat, to slash wide. ] Wretched beast. [ She spits it out, making sure it was focused here, focused at her. ]