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HOLY SHIT— Sparkmarrow had been effective against Drolgatha already, even when it was rusted and busted and ragged beyond all (apparent) repair—but now, since it had touched and absorbed the blood of the shadow-bitch, it was suddenly this savage fucking piece of raw metal and asskick as it sailed from my mouth, straight for the bear’s limb. That pretty motherfucker sliced through the bear’s arm like it was made from soft butter; something intoxicating surged through my veins, that same electricity that had sparked in me when the sword had bit through Drolgatha’s body, too. And I could tell, somewhere deep in the back of mymind, that this feeling was dangerous. It felt way too good to allow; I never, ever deserved that kind of rush in my blood but it was happening now, and I was soaring over someone else’s agony, and it was awfulbut I couldn’t help my blood. Things were moving too fast to pay attention to it, anyway. Sparkmarrow had fallen to the ground beneath the bear, and there was a deep magic in me that could try and pull it back to my grasp. Except the magic wasn’t working—it just wasn’t there, and Sparkmarrow lay useless and lifeless beneath a ruined bear-belly. I couldn’t work out why my magic wasn’t working—I couldn’t feel it anywhere in me, in my veins or bones or anywhere, and things were moving too fast to really stop and pay attention anyway. The bear was pissed and it was bleeding toxic blue shit and I had just enough time to see that –helping him— —this is wrong, she screams, and my blood boils instantly— –but it didn’t matter because the bear swiped at me with his paw-less stump of an arm (and holy shit it had felt so good to sever the limb but now I was seeing how gross and horrible it was and it was nauseating– ) and a bone slapped me across the hip and it was the bad hip that had already been blasted by Drolgatha not too long ago— --and it was such a powerful hit that I buckled under his weight and my body was flung to the side like a ragdoll cuz I had no strength to keep myself steady under the fury of his wrath. I hit the ground on my left side, skidding off to edge of the skirmish even as my limbs scrambled to gain some ground—but my right hind leg was done with the abuse and I was stuck, a sitting duck on the ground, Sparkmarrow too far away from me to be of any use. Desperate, cuz my Ma was somewhere in this mess (along with every other bastard I cared about in my life, --and as soon as the magic left me, my blood continued to boil, and as soon as the magic in me raised its head high enough to emerge from me again, I cast another shot— --this time, at her. (The fake Hototo, the one who thinks too hard about stupid shit, the one who dares put MY Ma in d a n g e r—) “FUCK OFF!!!” I screamed, a raw throated demon’s howl crawling out of my throat—and the bolt I shot was smaller and weaker than my last one, cuz I wasn’t built to shoot these things in quick succession like that—I was just furious, a cripple on the ground still struggling to make her useless limb bear her weight, and here was this know-it-all crock of shit standing in the way of my Ma’s safety. I didn’t register that you had swept away from the bear’s face; you were swooping down below, to grab onto Sparkmarrow’s hilt and drag it to safety for me. I love you, Cheek. I swear I do. I just get too pissed sometimes to say it right. [Magnetism magic fails to retrieve Sparkmarrow while Roskuld is in ODE's vicinity. Is knocked off her feet by the Bear God's swipe, and is unable to rise due to previous injuries. Fires a bolt of lightning at the Bear God's face. Fires another one at ISOPIA. Chico goes to pull Sparkmarrow away from the bear.] |
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