Post by Yeva Magnhild on Jun 7, 2023 20:50:19 GMT -5
Tapping, clanging, tapping, clanging, tapping, scrapping. Beyond that it was the heavy breathing of Yeva, the blonde couldn't believe what just went down. Holding her left arm which would dripping blood as she beat feat as fast as her legs would carry her. Over machines with large gears, around walls, down alleys. It didn't matter she needed to get away, far, somewhere safe, not here. Just moments ago it was just a regular deal, some new magitech for cash, a simple swap and suddenly blades and magic were flying in every direction, explosions going off left and right.
She used all of her magic in the struggle, trying to protect the others that were with her and herself. And for that she got a deep cut on her arm and it felt like it was going numb. She couldn't focus on that, she stopped to breath and look around her and thats when she heard it over the release valve of a pressure pipe. Multiple feet hitting the ground behind her. She took off again.
~Not here, not here.~
She thought on repeat trying to will herself not to die here no matter what. Every now and then she could hear the beats of the long strides of those after her and they were ever closer. She had to run smarter, she had to remain clam. There was nothing she could think of rationally right now, there was no way to control her breathing as scared as she was. The terror of climbing out of the hole she had found herself in, only to be captured and have who knows what happen by some thugs down here in the Racket.
Thats when her eyes focused on something. Maybe running like this made her have vivid memories of other times she was down here, but she could see some sort of pattern in the way things worked. It was all on a clock, a timer, she could count it, how everything moved, where roads and alleys would lead. It was paced almost too perfectly. She could cut corners better, she could push off walls to help a turn. She wasn't as afraid anymore she could find her breathing. She could control this situation.
She even gave herself the luxury of looking back and sure enough she could see her would-be assassins, but this time she could tell she was gaining ground in her escape. She smirked, because they were starting to separate, either from fatigue or from the differences in their own speeds. This time she ducked a corner and halted, as soon as the thug in the lead made the turn she would throw an upward palm strike for his chin lifting him off the ground and reversing his momentum, even though it still carried even through her as they slid about two feet she leaned forward and drove his head into the ground, before she stomped on his face as she took off running again.
She could take them out, turn the hunters into the hunted. She was faster and more knowledgeable about how to handle this place. She did just that, picking them off one by one in a brutal way, even all the way back to the horror scene that was the place where the trade was supposed to go down. There she easily dispatched the last guy who had bag duty, and returned to her boss with both the magitech and the money. As well as plenty of reason to rip apart the group that tried to fuck them on this deal.
She used all of her magic in the struggle, trying to protect the others that were with her and herself. And for that she got a deep cut on her arm and it felt like it was going numb. She couldn't focus on that, she stopped to breath and look around her and thats when she heard it over the release valve of a pressure pipe. Multiple feet hitting the ground behind her. She took off again.
~Not here, not here.~
She thought on repeat trying to will herself not to die here no matter what. Every now and then she could hear the beats of the long strides of those after her and they were ever closer. She had to run smarter, she had to remain clam. There was nothing she could think of rationally right now, there was no way to control her breathing as scared as she was. The terror of climbing out of the hole she had found herself in, only to be captured and have who knows what happen by some thugs down here in the Racket.
Thats when her eyes focused on something. Maybe running like this made her have vivid memories of other times she was down here, but she could see some sort of pattern in the way things worked. It was all on a clock, a timer, she could count it, how everything moved, where roads and alleys would lead. It was paced almost too perfectly. She could cut corners better, she could push off walls to help a turn. She wasn't as afraid anymore she could find her breathing. She could control this situation.
She even gave herself the luxury of looking back and sure enough she could see her would-be assassins, but this time she could tell she was gaining ground in her escape. She smirked, because they were starting to separate, either from fatigue or from the differences in their own speeds. This time she ducked a corner and halted, as soon as the thug in the lead made the turn she would throw an upward palm strike for his chin lifting him off the ground and reversing his momentum, even though it still carried even through her as they slid about two feet she leaned forward and drove his head into the ground, before she stomped on his face as she took off running again.
She could take them out, turn the hunters into the hunted. She was faster and more knowledgeable about how to handle this place. She did just that, picking them off one by one in a brutal way, even all the way back to the horror scene that was the place where the trade was supposed to go down. There she easily dispatched the last guy who had bag duty, and returned to her boss with both the magitech and the money. As well as plenty of reason to rip apart the group that tried to fuck them on this deal.
