Elide
The bolts fire in quick successions. As quick as they can, at least. She's satisfied to note that they hit their target. The patterns he mimicked were recognizable almost instantly to a hunter, prompting more instinctive knowledge. Birds, for the most part, sail through the air with occasional variations of flight according to species - bats were a little more difficult, less predictable. It helps that the target is not actually the size of one, at least.
It's as she's reloading and preparing calmly for the next exercise, that Deimos catches her by surprise. For the first time in a long time, she feels what might be reminiscent of a cold sweat, of her blood turning to ice. The way it whipped around, as if snagged by her presence. Immediately, Elide knows what he's mimicking - even if she has never seen one before.
It's only when the 'monster' careens towards her in frenzied, tormenting zig-zags that she feels uncertain of how to react. There is little time to formulate a plan, to plot a promising action in her mind, and that catches her off guard - the fact that she doesn't know how to handle a target like this. As it sails for her, perhaps thinking her a deer caught in the headlights, she leaps to the side at the last moment. Her backside hits the ground as a means to avoid its clutches. Her weapon lifts up to fire several merciless shots at it until it stops moving or otherwise concedes. Not the most skilled move she's ever done but, if it does the trick...
It's as she's reloading and preparing calmly for the next exercise, that Deimos catches her by surprise. For the first time in a long time, she feels what might be reminiscent of a cold sweat, of her blood turning to ice. The way it whipped around, as if snagged by her presence. Immediately, Elide knows what he's mimicking - even if she has never seen one before.
It's only when the 'monster' careens towards her in frenzied, tormenting zig-zags that she feels uncertain of how to react. There is little time to formulate a plan, to plot a promising action in her mind, and that catches her off guard - the fact that she doesn't know how to handle a target like this. As it sails for her, perhaps thinking her a deer caught in the headlights, she leaps to the side at the last moment. Her backside hits the ground as a means to avoid its clutches. Her weapon lifts up to fire several merciless shots at it until it stops moving or otherwise concedes. Not the most skilled move she's ever done but, if it does the trick...
sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
