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[indent]Preparations to be minced by dragon teeth had made Siena step back, ready to close her eyes in the face of danger like any normal person should have. Her heart had reduced to rapid quivers, like a hummingbird frantically beating its wings to stay in flight, and another wave of nausea settled in her stomach when she was suddenly pulled up into the air. A gasp tore from her throat, paired with an unbecoming hybrid of a yelp and whimper as the ground was suddenly [i]quite[/i] some distance away. No sooner had the realization that the ground beneath her wasn't the type of ground that Siena wanted to be standing on sink in than did the world suddenly burst into a sparkling sea. 

For Siena and her peers, it had been an uphill battle. For whoever was showing off? It was a [i]massacre[/i]. 

The extent of the dome was one thing, but the sheer damage that it created was another entirely. The creatures that had given the new students of USARILN East so much trouble became little more than powdered memories in the wake of the assault. A crater was all that remained of their battle--[i]'[color=ff57ff]'Ah...Gerwulf's knife...'[/color][/i] Probably a goner, given the state of the battlefield. Something related to guilt echoed through the ocean. He wouldn't hold it against her, but the guilt held strong. Just a knife. The ground began to come up to meet her, slowly enough to keep Siena from another anxiety attack.

"[color=ff57ff]Wow...[/color]" Little more than a breath of a word that nobody would ever hear. As she was lowered to the ground, Siena found herself dumbstruck, her mind only vaguely registering that there were others around her. Barely even able to recognize that someone was being dragged away. [i]Was he dead?[/i] Nausea swept over her again. The adrenaline was starting to trickle to a stop, and the thought put the fear of God into her. Without the adrenaline to cloud her...

[i]'[color=f7976a]Shhh, shhh...don't look so sad, Siena. It's unbecoming, you know.[/color]'[/i] Wispy memories of her sister--[i]no, it was Maya...wasn't it?[/i]--broke the surface of Siena's thoughts. Warm. It was so much easier when she had been at home. Warm. Safe. Even in isolation, there had been comfort. Part of her wished that she'd never left the nest.

[i]But it was for the better.[/i]

She wanted to oppose to using two students like first aid kits, but the residue of rationalization told her that her words would fall on deaf ears. Loathe as Siena was to admit her idle acceptance, the brunette was tired and still reeling. She reached for the jacket still wrapped around her face, glad that the book crammed in the inner pocket was still nestled safely inside. [i]Didn't she have bigger problems to worry about?[/i] Not really. The smell of paper and the sight of ink might calm her down--or perhaps it would rile her up? Another unsettling sensation, this time making the girl's head spin. Worse than the green smoke, but oh so familiar. One breath, two.

Motion from the corner of her eye led into an attack--if she had blinked, she would have missed it, and yet the boy (ah, their savior, she supposed) was fast enough to block, quickly entrapping the hostile within a prison of crystal. Unfortunately it went from unwelcoming to entirely aggressive when the restraints began to press forward with spikes. Siena grimaced and immediately turned away, unwilling to see how much worse an outcome that particular technique would have with a significantly more human target. Best to seek out her original team before what was left of the rush completely wore off. Before she had to face the storm alone.

[i]It was for the better.[/i]

[hider=ooc]tbc in blue collab![/hider][/indent]