remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Ah, finally, some headway. Jigano’s efforts, while fumbling, the clay tunnel ceasing to make a complete funnel, were enough of a direct machination to unfurl a series of events. It was a combination of Maea’s and Rex’s efforts, in the end, that contributed to the lessening of the fire – ice encroaching, surrounding the inferno, eating away at its core, at its emblems, at its banners, at its flickering flames. A gradual slowdown, a drifting of cinders and embers cast by his fingers, by his palms, by his hands, followed suit, a diligent observer and witness to their combination of attempts at this endeavor. Rexanna’s water pummeled and pulsed as well, finally stable, strong, and caustic, repelling the fire’s stern, strong advance. Even the projectiles were lessened, until they gradually faded away to nothing, steam and ether, smoke and fumes. He covered up the laughter, the snort, at Hotaru’s bravery and decision at shielding tactics, arching a brow in her direction, struggling not to roll his eyes. Surely there was a better way (or she’d need to arm herself with some more enchantments and incantations).
Eventually, it all ceased and desisted – gone along vapors and edges, their mission and roles complete. The fire gone, pummeled into naught; as if the massive walls or projectiles had never been there, only leaving behind a bit of scorched earth.
“Well done,” he offered, brushing his hands together. “Collaboration is difficult to find no matter the circumstances, but you have managed to maintain it, and be successful because of it.” His thoughts rumbled briefly to their last Spire adventures, and despite the modicum of danger within it, they’d all channeled and worked together – even if it had meant nothing in the end. Sometimes individuals prospered more, and it would only come down to how they funneled and finessed in their moving parts. “Thank you for coming today. Remember what you learned, and try to harness it.” In whatever circumstances or danger they’d find themselves within. Challenging their minds, their strengths, their accord, their motivations, their calculations – sometimes warped and forced to find new leverage, new grounds, depending on their parts, their capacities, and their upheavals. “Come by anytime you wish to train.”
Then they could come and go as they wished; if any of them required healing, Zuriel was available once more.
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Woohoo, you are done fam! You may post once more to wrap things up if you’d like! I will be archiving in a couple days!
(-FIN)
out for vengeance
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