“…Didn’t even need that one”
“I thought she’d be tougher” was Liaena’s response as she studied Sathrielles limp form closely. Whether the woman dabbled in fel magic herself, was aware of Sevarian’s techniques and condoned them, or was blissfully unaware of the whole matter was a mystery to her. Given the mage’s obvious competence relative to the oblivious Blastwit, Liaena was not exactly predisposed to believe the latter. And either way, she certainly didn’t want to leave Sherpa with an additional mage at his disposal. “Fine. We should bring her”
Another round of musket shots whizzed over their heads, one of them passing dangerously close to the girl’s ear as she craned around to point in the general direction of the elevator doors, now lost somewhere inside the smog. “We go – down – there. And get a ship!”
“You shouldn’t be walking around, you know. Here” Kathlin said a touch reprovingly as she crawled along the ground towards Alissah, to hook one of the woman’s arms around her shoulders as she braced herself ready to jump to her feet. “Cover me, Li?”
“Yes, yes” Liaena muttered as she fished around in Rithrynn’s bag. “Your supplies suck, Rithrynn. When was the last time you replaced these? Your flints are blunt, and this wormwood is stale – ah!”
Apparently finding whatever it was she was looking for, Liaena fished out an additional vial to pour a measure of the contents into the bottle she was already holding. The latter immediately starting to bubble and flash dangerously, the girl chucked it in the direction of Blastwits and the remaining White Hand as Kathlin lunged for the elevator doors now faintly visible through the smog that was rapidly disappating.
A volley of rifle shots followed her, far more erratic and haphazardly than they might otherwise have done as the potion crashed into the floor to immediately fill the area with a cloud of green smoke. Diving through the doors, Alissah found herself floating gently down through the air, in the priestess’ arms, within what appeared to be a very dark, vertical cave. There was a nasty smell in the air that tasted distinctly of burnt coppery metal.
“Sorry about this” Kathlin said quietly into her ear as she held on tightly to the injured woman, both of them still descending slowly through the air. There was a very faint glow from below them, which was presumably the exit. “Just bear with me, okay? We’ll soon be reaching…wherever it is we’re going”
*
“Well, that went as well as could be expected” Liaena muttered from where she had taken shelter behind a crate from the gunfire, again searching through Rithrynn’s satchel for anything that she could potentially transform into ammunition. Glancing around to catch Rithrynn’s eye, she stabbed a finger at her, then at Liam. “What are you lot waiting for? Take him – and get moving!”
“I thought she’d be tougher” was Liaena’s response as she studied Sathrielles limp form closely. Whether the woman dabbled in fel magic herself, was aware of Sevarian’s techniques and condoned them, or was blissfully unaware of the whole matter was a mystery to her. Given the mage’s obvious competence relative to the oblivious Blastwit, Liaena was not exactly predisposed to believe the latter. And either way, she certainly didn’t want to leave Sherpa with an additional mage at his disposal. “Fine. We should bring her”
Another round of musket shots whizzed over their heads, one of them passing dangerously close to the girl’s ear as she craned around to point in the general direction of the elevator doors, now lost somewhere inside the smog. “We go – down – there. And get a ship!”
“You shouldn’t be walking around, you know. Here” Kathlin said a touch reprovingly as she crawled along the ground towards Alissah, to hook one of the woman’s arms around her shoulders as she braced herself ready to jump to her feet. “Cover me, Li?”
“Yes, yes” Liaena muttered as she fished around in Rithrynn’s bag. “Your supplies suck, Rithrynn. When was the last time you replaced these? Your flints are blunt, and this wormwood is stale – ah!”
Apparently finding whatever it was she was looking for, Liaena fished out an additional vial to pour a measure of the contents into the bottle she was already holding. The latter immediately starting to bubble and flash dangerously, the girl chucked it in the direction of Blastwits and the remaining White Hand as Kathlin lunged for the elevator doors now faintly visible through the smog that was rapidly disappating.
A volley of rifle shots followed her, far more erratic and haphazardly than they might otherwise have done as the potion crashed into the floor to immediately fill the area with a cloud of green smoke. Diving through the doors, Alissah found herself floating gently down through the air, in the priestess’ arms, within what appeared to be a very dark, vertical cave. There was a nasty smell in the air that tasted distinctly of burnt coppery metal.
“Sorry about this” Kathlin said quietly into her ear as she held on tightly to the injured woman, both of them still descending slowly through the air. There was a very faint glow from below them, which was presumably the exit. “Just bear with me, okay? We’ll soon be reaching…wherever it is we’re going”
*
“Well, that went as well as could be expected” Liaena muttered from where she had taken shelter behind a crate from the gunfire, again searching through Rithrynn’s satchel for anything that she could potentially transform into ammunition. Glancing around to catch Rithrynn’s eye, she stabbed a finger at her, then at Liam. “What are you lot waiting for? Take him – and get moving!”