Nanashi
She saw it, only a flash, the man’s arm swinging and the bots of silver cutting through the air right towards her. She turn in mid and with her hands threw balls of fire at her pursuer. The balls flew at him, and then lit up. The exploded into a shower of white light, shining with blinding light, as a loud sound ripped from them.
Repurposed will’o’wisps that lack any actual power, just producing light and sound. Flashbangs basically. They would generally more harmful to her in a fight then helpful but… well, being momentarily deaf definitely had its perks.
She wasn’t able to dodge all of them though, and one just barely made a cut in her leg. But she continued, adrenalin pumping and blocking out the pain. Using the distraction from the fire balls got to the top of the roof, tapping her hand against it and leaving a lotas trap in her path as she ran. It was not long though until she ducked into one of the many alleyways and dived into an open window, hoping to lose the man.
Once she got inside she took a moment to breath. And then it hit her. Pain, a roaring pain seared up her leg. She bit down on her scarf to prevent her from screaming. It was like her leg was just dipped in fire, searing the sensation into her mind. Holy. Those daggers were fucking holy.
She should have made Flame Armor, something to dampen the blow so it didn’t feel like her leg was just covered in boiling oil. She should have anticipated it, expected it. But she didn’t. And she fucked up. That whole case was pathetic on her part, she didn’t unload on the beast with everything she had, she was to carful, too happy to just avoid the man and attack it carefully.
That won’t be the case next time. That’s for sure.
She sat there for a moment, feeling the pain begin to subside as her energy filled the area with the wound. She was… not running on empty. There was a fair bit left in her tank. Enough for a fight, probably a couple of advanced techniques. But she burned way to much excess during the chase. Strike Blazes to help move, the flames bellowing back in the alleyway. Not to mention the energy still funneling to her ears and now cut on her right leg.
Eventually the pain subsided, it felt like a while, but it couldn’t have actually been that long, and Nanashi rose to her feet. Dipping back into an alleyway, she felt her illusion take hold again, letting her blend in with the crowed with a bit more ease, she began to follow the smell of the monstrosity, and the dissipating traces of her spiritually energy.
And in the direction she moved, a tower loomed.
A dark tower that seemed to hold up the very sky.
“This is going to suck.” She mumbled to herself.
Fiona
Silvergray eyes looked back down at the man, focusing on the direction the crow vanished in. Her fingers wrapped around the silver cross that hung from her neck, the grip tightening. “I-I can’t see though their eyes. But they’re good, really clever. He will come back and tell me what he saw.” She said, almost as if trying to convince herself of that fact.
Shaking her head she cleared it of worry, trying to regain her focus, as she crouched down and looked over at the man and the plaza. As she racked her mind for anything else that might be useful. She… didn’t have any plants that would be useful. Well, Alfalfa maybe. But luck was generally helpful.
When it worked at least.
Maybe… an incense of Chamomile? It would make him relax, make it harder for him to notice. Oren could easily help her slip by then. It wouldn’t be as strong as if it was a liquid but it could work?
Letting out a pitiful whine, “I know I should have studied more, there is definitely something that would be helpful.” She mumbled sadly, as her arms wrapped around her knees.
She didn’t want to fight, she didn’t want to not trust them. She wanted to believe in them, that they just wanted to get home, she did to, everyone here probably wanted to. To see their friends again, to see their family again. She wanted to trust that these people, Brigida's people, were just people like that, that she could believe in that fact. But Oren’s words were like a poison seed planted directly into her mind. The thoughts constantly popped up, and with it a pang in her heart.
How could Brigida had shrugged off that impact? How did she know about her making the Garden? What if they had something bad planned for her? What if they lied about what they wanted? What if they wanted to hurt her? What if they want to hurt the Garden itself somehow? That shouldn't be possible, but...
What if… what if… what if… So many what ifs.
It hurt, why did it hurt, “I-I don’t know.” Her voice choked as she felt an incredible pressure in her chest, like a leed weight was just put on top of it and was sinking into her gut.
She didn’t know what to do.
But she hoped from the core of her being that the crow would make that choice for her.
