09-13-2016, 01:32 PM
Screams could be heard through the walls. Borovsky and the Regus used their new fangled weapons. Aria could not sense anyone beyond the room. Her handler moved to place charges. The walls blew out.
Aria felt the blast as it threw her into the wall behind her. She could feel debris raking across her skin and dust settling in the air. It made her cough as she righted herself. There was fear for a moment. It wasn't hers or any of the Atharim. But it was soon gone in a blink of an eye as Martin flew backwards as a blast of air hurled him from the man he'd pointed a gun at.
Aria scrambled for her fallen sword. It lay nearby in a pile of debris. There was no doubt in her mind, but she wanted to have that sword in hand. It was her only weapon . She wouldn't be without it. Everything was a blur. The emotions around her were harsh and played against her own darkness. She wanted to envelope herself in it. The pain, the agony - if only she could feel what Ascendancy was. But he was gone - vanished in the power of the gods.
The other man was a godling himself. He could save Ascendancy. But she had to tell him. Aria stole a glance at her brethren. They would kill her before they let her leave this encounter alive. She knew it. There was only one way out and that was if Ascendancy lived. She bore the man no ill will - god or not. He'd let her live on numerous occasions when he could have smited her with ease.
Aria laughed to herself in the chaos of the moment. Her decision made up. Aria yelled over the ring in her ears. "Freeze it."
Aria knew the two words would be the meaning of her own death sentence, but she was already sentenced to die. Aria put herself against the wall and held her sword unwavering in front of her. The Regus could turn his weapon on her, but she was hoping he'd rush her instead. It would suit the ego of the man to die by her sword. Aria smiled waiting for the moment that the black man figured out what she'd meant. She had other things to worry about...
Edited by Aria, Sep 13 2016, 01:37 PM.
Aria felt the blast as it threw her into the wall behind her. She could feel debris raking across her skin and dust settling in the air. It made her cough as she righted herself. There was fear for a moment. It wasn't hers or any of the Atharim. But it was soon gone in a blink of an eye as Martin flew backwards as a blast of air hurled him from the man he'd pointed a gun at.
Aria scrambled for her fallen sword. It lay nearby in a pile of debris. There was no doubt in her mind, but she wanted to have that sword in hand. It was her only weapon . She wouldn't be without it. Everything was a blur. The emotions around her were harsh and played against her own darkness. She wanted to envelope herself in it. The pain, the agony - if only she could feel what Ascendancy was. But he was gone - vanished in the power of the gods.
The other man was a godling himself. He could save Ascendancy. But she had to tell him. Aria stole a glance at her brethren. They would kill her before they let her leave this encounter alive. She knew it. There was only one way out and that was if Ascendancy lived. She bore the man no ill will - god or not. He'd let her live on numerous occasions when he could have smited her with ease.
Aria laughed to herself in the chaos of the moment. Her decision made up. Aria yelled over the ring in her ears. "Freeze it."
Aria knew the two words would be the meaning of her own death sentence, but she was already sentenced to die. Aria put herself against the wall and held her sword unwavering in front of her. The Regus could turn his weapon on her, but she was hoping he'd rush her instead. It would suit the ego of the man to die by her sword. Aria smiled waiting for the moment that the black man figured out what she'd meant. She had other things to worry about...
Edited by Aria, Sep 13 2016, 01:37 PM.