"I was never weak," Kala said, gritting her teeth and ignoring the fact that she'd been speared straight through her side. She took Matt's hand and forced herself to get up, using him as a brace to pull herself to her feet. She fed the rage into her staff and felt it charge in a pop of gold energy. "And I was born for this. Nothing else but this. And I told Farla I'd do my duty."
She squeezed his arm (her fingers barely made it less than half way around) and her staff charged further, its top changing into something more like a general phoenix motif, and the twin jewels began to rotate. There was still laughter, thick on the air, and Kala fed ever ounce of her anger into the shot.
"This is for my Farla," she spat. Kala let go of Matt and braced herself. "Divine," she began, the gold of her magic giving even her eyes an almost unearthly glow as they glittered in reflection, "BLUSTER." Instead of the messy, inelegant barrage of wind, it was a balanced, clean, but ultimately hammering bolt of concussive force that shredded the nightmare creature until nothing at all remained. The strength of it was both draining and sent her backward, deep furrows in the faux-eath bearing testament to the force she contained.
And then, as she stood there, the green leeched back into the ground, and the silver came back to the bark and into the leaves while the pale fingers of dawn spread in pastel blues and sweet butter yellows. Kala dropped to her knees and her staff clattered from her nerveless fingers.
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She squeezed his arm (her fingers barely made it less than half way around) and her staff charged further, its top changing into something more like a general phoenix motif, and the twin jewels began to rotate. There was still laughter, thick on the air, and Kala fed ever ounce of her anger into the shot.
"This is for my Farla," she spat. Kala let go of Matt and braced herself. "Divine," she began, the gold of her magic giving even her eyes an almost unearthly glow as they glittered in reflection, "BLUSTER." Instead of the messy, inelegant barrage of wind, it was a balanced, clean, but ultimately hammering bolt of concussive force that shredded the nightmare creature until nothing at all remained. The strength of it was both draining and sent her backward, deep furrows in the faux-eath bearing testament to the force she contained.
And then, as she stood there, the green leeched back into the ground, and the silver came back to the bark and into the leaves while the pale fingers of dawn spread in pastel blues and sweet butter yellows. Kala dropped to her knees and her staff clattered from her nerveless fingers.
"Farla," she whispered. "...I'm so sorry..."