Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
At Amun's cry, she dropped the buckets and raised her arms above the head to shield herself. Closing circuits within her palms produced an electrical current that erupted from her raised hands. Sizzling as they were scorched, the gourds bounced harmlessly off her and tumbled to the ground, leaves and vines twitching in spasms on the ground.
More gourds began to roll in, from the other side of the path this time, and suddenly there was no time to call out warnings.
Without the clay to burden her, she moved far quicker than before. Spending long times on her own had made Maea good at dealing with these kinds of threats, and her fighting style was not exactly pretty. There was a lot of bashing, stomping and stumbling about; but though the ground around her soon lay littered with gourdey remains, the pumpkins just kept coming. The scratches and chomps on her hands and ankles began to build up.
"They're too many, this isn't working!" she growled, teeth gritted as she lifted a gourd in each hand and fried them with her electrical touch.
Was it just her imagination, or were they getting bigger, too?
More gourds began to roll in, from the other side of the path this time, and suddenly there was no time to call out warnings.
Without the clay to burden her, she moved far quicker than before. Spending long times on her own had made Maea good at dealing with these kinds of threats, and her fighting style was not exactly pretty. There was a lot of bashing, stomping and stumbling about; but though the ground around her soon lay littered with gourdey remains, the pumpkins just kept coming. The scratches and chomps on her hands and ankles began to build up.
"They're too many, this isn't working!" she growled, teeth gritted as she lifted a gourd in each hand and fried them with her electrical touch.
Was it just her imagination, or were they getting bigger, too?
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
