Hopefully that's just vague enough to be decent! I wasn't sure if the culprit should be known just yet (you know...for mystery!) so I left it ambiguous and open to discovery. I erred on the side of mystery!
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There was Clark, underselling things again; she would have laughed were the situation not as dire as it was. When the heat vision cauterized her wounds, she was able to withstand it. After what she had been through, a little heat was like a scratch...albeit a scratch that still stung deep. Sometimes it was good to know someone with heat vision and human decency. The water helped, though she did take healthy sips she was not shy about splashing a few sprinkles on her face; her hope was that it could all be some sort of nightmare, but it served a different purpose in helping her calm down. She hated being like this. So...panicked and vulnerable...but she was stronger than that. It took strength to leave...all of that behind.
"It...it was terrible. It happened so...suddenly..." Diana began to recall, her voice frought with concern mixed with guilt and anger in equal measure. She started honestly, how it was a normal enough day among the Amazonians. The training grounds echoing with clashes of steel. Casual strolls around the gardens. Discussions of art. Typical. It was a scout who warned Diana. The scout was exhausted, out of breath, only managing to stammer out 'Help...' before collapsing with a scar down her back. The warning came as fast as it could...but it wasn't fast enough to stop what followed.
"There have been attacks on Themyscira before," Diana sighed out as she paused to swallow another sip of water, "Attempts, rather. But this was different. This was...coordinated." She continued to describe what she witnessed. The attackers seemed to appear from nowhere and they struck with a brutal efficiency. That so many Amazons fell so easily to what appeared to be normal, aleit well trained, attackers raised concern but in the moment Diana couldn't worry exclusively about who or what was responsible. She had to fight back. She had to defend her home.
Diana began to recount details of the battle that followed. How the attackers used bladed weapons and swift movements, gaining the upper hand through deceptive tactics. In a straight fight, even the newest Amazon would put up a fight but the way they fell...it was like a warm knife through butter. "It didn't make sense...it was as if...it felt like how you look around...you know what." was how Diana explained it, how for the first time the blade in her hand as she clashed with an attacker felt heavy. How hew swing felt sluggish. How when an attacker struck her back, it hurt. Badly.
The fight was lost as soon as it began, but defeat was not a pill easily swallowed. Diana knew that staying there, fighting them, wouldn't end well. "So I knew I had...to call for aid...but..." Diana shook her head. Leaving still bothered her. How many of her sisters were suffering more because of her retreat? She wasn't running away...but why did it feel like she was?
"These people were trained. They hit us hard. Fast. There has to be something else at play here...please, Clark...help me save my sisters."
"It...it was terrible. It happened so...suddenly..." Diana began to recall, her voice frought with concern mixed with guilt and anger in equal measure. She started honestly, how it was a normal enough day among the Amazonians. The training grounds echoing with clashes of steel. Casual strolls around the gardens. Discussions of art. Typical. It was a scout who warned Diana. The scout was exhausted, out of breath, only managing to stammer out 'Help...' before collapsing with a scar down her back. The warning came as fast as it could...but it wasn't fast enough to stop what followed.
"There have been attacks on Themyscira before," Diana sighed out as she paused to swallow another sip of water, "Attempts, rather. But this was different. This was...coordinated." She continued to describe what she witnessed. The attackers seemed to appear from nowhere and they struck with a brutal efficiency. That so many Amazons fell so easily to what appeared to be normal, aleit well trained, attackers raised concern but in the moment Diana couldn't worry exclusively about who or what was responsible. She had to fight back. She had to defend her home.
Diana began to recount details of the battle that followed. How the attackers used bladed weapons and swift movements, gaining the upper hand through deceptive tactics. In a straight fight, even the newest Amazon would put up a fight but the way they fell...it was like a warm knife through butter. "It didn't make sense...it was as if...it felt like how you look around...you know what." was how Diana explained it, how for the first time the blade in her hand as she clashed with an attacker felt heavy. How hew swing felt sluggish. How when an attacker struck her back, it hurt. Badly.
The fight was lost as soon as it began, but defeat was not a pill easily swallowed. Diana knew that staying there, fighting them, wouldn't end well. "So I knew I had...to call for aid...but..." Diana shook her head. Leaving still bothered her. How many of her sisters were suffering more because of her retreat? She wasn't running away...but why did it feel like she was?
"These people were trained. They hit us hard. Fast. There has to be something else at play here...please, Clark...help me save my sisters."
Either one works for me, I can give an explanation either way - one would just be through dialog and one would be through description. It's your call!
Oh I didn't even see this OOC was up. My bad. I expressed interest earlier
Even Amazonians had their limit; Diana just hadn't expected hers to happen so suddenly. No one had. Almost as soon as she had set down on the all too familiar balcony, she felt like she wanted to collapse, like her legs were made of melting wax. Adrenaline could carry a person far and that distance, it turned out, was to this particular balcony. It was reassuring in a way to make it there; that's probably why he was who he was. Why people looked up to him. There was still pride there, the pride of her people - one of the reasons she had come here - and such pride meant she would stand...just long enough for her to brace herself with a wall. Diana was weak from...everything, but to show such vulnerability...such weakness...it would be unfitting for one in her position.
But Diana could tell from a simple glance that her guise was seen right through. It was obvious even to someone without enhanced vision; she was limping as she stepped inside, gasping as if she were an asthmatic out of breath, one hand was clutching her abdomen and there were various cuts and scrapes along her arms and legs; and that was to say nothing of the tired look in her eyes, that glassy expression. It wasn't the distance that had her looking so haggard.
She was still there, at the scene of the...massacre. She could still hear the clash of blade on blade...the screams first of battle then of pain and mercy. The scent of smoke and something...different still burned at her nostrils. Someone had to break free. Someone had to regroup. Though she wore the scars of battle, the most painful thing Diana did was leave at such a tumultuous time. But who else could?
"Clark..." she managed to stammer as she stepped further into the room proper, her legs shaking, wobbling, but her resolve refusing to let herself collapse. "It's...Themyscira..." she didn't get to say much more than that as her journey caught up with her, and despite her pride, Diana fell sideways.
But Diana could tell from a simple glance that her guise was seen right through. It was obvious even to someone without enhanced vision; she was limping as she stepped inside, gasping as if she were an asthmatic out of breath, one hand was clutching her abdomen and there were various cuts and scrapes along her arms and legs; and that was to say nothing of the tired look in her eyes, that glassy expression. It wasn't the distance that had her looking so haggard.
She was still there, at the scene of the...massacre. She could still hear the clash of blade on blade...the screams first of battle then of pain and mercy. The scent of smoke and something...different still burned at her nostrils. Someone had to break free. Someone had to regroup. Though she wore the scars of battle, the most painful thing Diana did was leave at such a tumultuous time. But who else could?
"Clark..." she managed to stammer as she stepped further into the room proper, her legs shaking, wobbling, but her resolve refusing to let herself collapse. "It's...Themyscira..." she didn't get to say much more than that as her journey caught up with her, and despite her pride, Diana fell sideways.
That's the right choice. Either that or a Souls thing has my curiosity
Which faction in The Secret World, that's the important thing
It's all good! I'll have a response up tonight after works
It's all good! I'll have a response up tonight after works
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