Kora, steam billowing off her shoulders and blood streaming down her face, barrelled forwards at a charge. The leg of her uniform on the injured side was soaked in blood and leaving  spotty trail behind her, but she seemed to be shrugging it off like it was nothing. Clearing the widening void between them would not have been a problem. She sprang towards the yellow smokescreen, feet thudding into the dirt on the other side and into a continued run... for the two steps it took until she hit ice.  An eruption of steam  turned it to water, and also threw the knight's feet from underneath her. 

She fell back and tumbled into the crevasse, bouncing several times off the rocky walls before hitting the ground with some force.  

The berserker's mind was going at miles a minute. It took her a few moments, kneeling on her shattered knee at the bottom of a deep hole, to realize what had just happened, and what it meant. 

There was another gifted. 

Someone was-

[color=ed1c24]"STEALING MY KILL!"[/color] her roar echoed across the waste.