my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Now, Hels were one thing. A dragonling and a woman wielding a whip tipped with fire were something else entirely. As she shouted out at the flock of birds above, the potter screamed right back at her. "Hey, watch it! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" At the same time, he ducked, tucking Zhanshi tight.
The landshark wriggled and chomped down on the Ascended's wrist. He ignored his companion, though. Already, Amun was diving off to the side, aiming for a particularly thick looking dune. He twisted as he did, trying to free one hand from the tangle of his body and Zhanshi's. Somehow, the potter managed it, and he fired his flashbang halfway between the birds and the woman who'd come out of seemingly nowhere, hoping to take one threat or the other out of commission. At least temporarily.
The landshark wriggled and chomped down on the Ascended's wrist. He ignored his companion, though. Already, Amun was diving off to the side, aiming for a particularly thick looking dune. He twisted as he did, trying to free one hand from the tangle of his body and Zhanshi's. Somehow, the potter managed it, and he fired his flashbang halfway between the birds and the woman who'd come out of seemingly nowhere, hoping to take one threat or the other out of commission. At least temporarily.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
