do not go gently into that good night

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster The cool thing about superhuman speed is how fast it is. Perhaps in the dark Zariah thought she was aiming for Wessex when in reality, she hit the woman’s cloak. Perhaps she is too confident in her abilities. Or perhaps she, too, is guilty of under-estimating. The magic grazes the Ascended’s heel, the last part of her to slip into the trees. It takes energy with it, but not so much as to leave the woman on the ground or to keep her from heading deeper into the woods, albeit more slowly. Good thing she’s recently fed. Into the maze of forest she goes, where the boughs block the moonlight, where the roots can catch and trip and where her eyes can see much better than the Abandoned’s. Her plan was haphazard at first, but as she moves, it begins to take shape. Options emerge. Eventually she stops and listens, waiting for what the other would do next.