I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
The ice lance shatters, sending shards every which way and eliciting a delightfully surprised “Ooooh!” from the Wraith. It is new. And they are fun. And she can’t wait to properly use them. “The Voice and I thought it was time to counteract those damn StArBoLtS” she offers by way of explanation. Not that it needed any - but Neron might find its purpose particularly pleasing.
She’s too late to entirely avoid the icicles; dropping into a low squat with her hands protecting her head, she takes a couple of shards to her arm and shoulder. Her sensors register some damage, but she shakes much of it off and tries to pull the largest shard out before moving in on… wherever Neron has gone. Looking up, she can’t quite tell where her brother is. But logic tells her that he can’t have gone far, so like a savage beast, she lopes forward a pace or two, using her hands to propel her along, and lets loose a biopulse when she thinks she’s cleared enough distance to ensare the Hailstorm in its radius.
She’s too late to entirely avoid the icicles; dropping into a low squat with her hands protecting her head, she takes a couple of shards to her arm and shoulder. Her sensors register some damage, but she shakes much of it off and tries to pull the largest shard out before moving in on… wherever Neron has gone. Looking up, she can’t quite tell where her brother is. But logic tells her that he can’t have gone far, so like a savage beast, she lopes forward a pace or two, using her hands to propel her along, and lets loose a biopulse when she thinks she’s cleared enough distance to ensare the Hailstorm in its radius.
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