Ashetta
THE STORMBRINGER
The battle raged on. It was strange, she considered as she braced herself against the blast. It felt in many ways like a true battle---gritted teeth, heat, a wild heart, deafening blasts and blinding lights, the calls of comrades. The once-assassin was a soldier of a different kind. She only ever worked with a single partner, occasionally three of them completing a contract, and there was a familiar energy to this small team of warriors going up against a foe that wielded no steel.
Ronin called out again. Ashe looked up over the barrier, her breath catching at the sight of his astral form illuminated, reminding her so much of standing in that crater that she nearly vaulted herself over the barrier to get to him. It was only the sound of Remi's voice calling back to him that set her at ease. She took a shakey breath, nodding more to herself more than anything. He was fine. He was okay, back at the top of the stairs.
Her firepower was all that was left. She refocused, her eyes finding the remaining haze of gas through her mask. She could feel weariness dragging at her bones, but she had stamina yet. "I can direct the lightning, starboy," she called, and braced herself as she dove down into her magic once more. "Explosions? Not so much."
With that, she released her lightning with another with another explosion of power, the wild bolts arcing for the places Ronin directed to.
Ashe fired another lightning attack for the still dangerous plants and the remaining gas.
Ronin called out again. Ashe looked up over the barrier, her breath catching at the sight of his astral form illuminated, reminding her so much of standing in that crater that she nearly vaulted herself over the barrier to get to him. It was only the sound of Remi's voice calling back to him that set her at ease. She took a shakey breath, nodding more to herself more than anything. He was fine. He was okay, back at the top of the stairs.
Her firepower was all that was left. She refocused, her eyes finding the remaining haze of gas through her mask. She could feel weariness dragging at her bones, but she had stamina yet. "I can direct the lightning, starboy," she called, and braced herself as she dove down into her magic once more. "Explosions? Not so much."
With that, she released her lightning with another with another explosion of power, the wild bolts arcing for the places Ronin directed to.
Ashe fired another lightning attack for the still dangerous plants and the remaining gas.
this is where the end is written, every battle scar forgiven
howling in the wind, tingle in your skinthunder and the rain as the storm rolls in & destroys it all
Are you ready for the landfall?
