Post by Angeni on Jun 30, 2016 2:21:11 GMT -5
The first steps were always the most hesitant. And for Angeni, someone who had never known combat on as grandiose a scale as this, there was no small amount of apprehension in her progress. It had been easy to create the portal from Earth and view the scene from far away, but not that she was here, now that she had actually set foot on the battlefield, the gravity of her situation settled. This was not just a few errant Hollow hunting for scraps in the living world. Even from here, at a place that should have been well on the outskirts of the chaos, she could feel that unbridled malice. She could see everything, could feel everything. Active concentration was required to keep her from being overwhelmed by the swarm of emotions and spiritual presences that permeated the very air here. In the back of her mind, on the outer fringe of her senses, she could still sense the presences of her allies on Earth. A pitiable comfort, but a comfort all the same. Slanted jade descended to the viking beside her.
She's probably terrified. What was I thinking bringing her here?
The initial reasoning had been to keep the young girl safe. Physically she had been rejuvenated, but spiritually....she had not yet recovered. It was not a matter her soul being broken or damaged, not entirely. By all accounts, Freyleif's soul was in exceptional health, yet deep down, somewhere below the vitality and vigor, her spirit was incomplete. A muted sigh and her gaze rose to the war-torn structures ahead. She could help her, could transfer some of her own essence to the girl, but then what? If the young girl held doubt, all that would be accomplished would be Angeni thanklessly debilitating herself. And in a battle such as this, deprecation was the last thing anyone needed here. That, in turn, limited Angeni's options in regards to dealing with Freyleif. A broken teenager had no place in this battle, but she could not be left to her own devices, least of all in a place like this. A truly selfish thought, but one with the best intentions.
The ground beneath them shuddered, gently depressing to form a conclave around them. Arms slipped around the Quincy in affection, the reluctance to end the embrace evident. Contact lingered before Angeni took a step back, a gentle touch cradling the Nordic juvenile's face between her hands. Patient emerald met with panicked jade.
"Freyleif, I want you to stay here, sweetie. I'm going to go fight and this is much too dangerous for you. If something were to happen to you, I'd..." Eye faltered, broken for a fleeting moment then reestablished.
"You'll be safe here. Once this is all over I'll come back for you, I promise." A soft endearment placed upon the girl's forehead, an exertion of her power suppressing the spiritual presence of the young girl. A deft leap whisked Angeni to the edge of the small pit, eyes glassy with the threat of tears. Porous granules sifted over the pit, a breathable cover further infused with dampening essence. One last look was afforded to the obscured face below her. With no shortage of regret she turned away, moving with hurried steps towards the battlefield ahead. Dozens of injured overlapping in her senses. She would help them all, or as many as she could before the final battle. That, she knew, would require every bit of her strength and resolve; she was prepared, she had to be.
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She's probably terrified. What was I thinking bringing her here?
The initial reasoning had been to keep the young girl safe. Physically she had been rejuvenated, but spiritually....she had not yet recovered. It was not a matter her soul being broken or damaged, not entirely. By all accounts, Freyleif's soul was in exceptional health, yet deep down, somewhere below the vitality and vigor, her spirit was incomplete. A muted sigh and her gaze rose to the war-torn structures ahead. She could help her, could transfer some of her own essence to the girl, but then what? If the young girl held doubt, all that would be accomplished would be Angeni thanklessly debilitating herself. And in a battle such as this, deprecation was the last thing anyone needed here. That, in turn, limited Angeni's options in regards to dealing with Freyleif. A broken teenager had no place in this battle, but she could not be left to her own devices, least of all in a place like this. A truly selfish thought, but one with the best intentions.
The ground beneath them shuddered, gently depressing to form a conclave around them. Arms slipped around the Quincy in affection, the reluctance to end the embrace evident. Contact lingered before Angeni took a step back, a gentle touch cradling the Nordic juvenile's face between her hands. Patient emerald met with panicked jade.
"Freyleif, I want you to stay here, sweetie. I'm going to go fight and this is much too dangerous for you. If something were to happen to you, I'd..." Eye faltered, broken for a fleeting moment then reestablished.
"You'll be safe here. Once this is all over I'll come back for you, I promise." A soft endearment placed upon the girl's forehead, an exertion of her power suppressing the spiritual presence of the young girl. A deft leap whisked Angeni to the edge of the small pit, eyes glassy with the threat of tears. Porous granules sifted over the pit, a breathable cover further infused with dampening essence. One last look was afforded to the obscured face below her. With no shortage of regret she turned away, moving with hurried steps towards the battlefield ahead. Dozens of injured overlapping in her senses. She would help them all, or as many as she could before the final battle. That, she knew, would require every bit of her strength and resolve; she was prepared, she had to be.
Word Count: 589
Total Word Count: 589