Sheeana's shelter was a dying fire and some crude barriers built under the overhanging awning of a great warehouse next to a bombed out airfield. Inside the corrugated steel warehouse, her worm paced, uneasy from the moisture. Perhaps Toph could sense the seismic disturbance.
The fog meant Sheeana could not bring her worm into play now, but there was no time to explain that to Katara. So close too...
She had to flatten herself to the ground again as a spray of bullets whizzed over the spot she was just at. One had grazed her ribs, opening a cut there, an otherwise superficial wound. The fog made for spastic, inaccurate fire.
She crawled into the warehouse, reaching up to pull the door open. She felt as if she were much smaller again, being hustled away from the Honored Matres' attack. Darwi was not here to save her though, save in Other Memory.
The sound of boots came after her. They will come for me... She thought and they did, opening bursts of fire clearing the space. Sheeana had hidden herself though, behind the great shadow...
...Which resolved itself into the Worm, and crushed the three men, rolling over them until they were mushy pulp beneath their grey longcoats and oddly shaped helmets.
"Over here! Weapons!" She called from the doorway to her erstwhile comrades and began calming the worm with whispered words and strokes of its leathery hide. The blood and moisture it disliked immensely.
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The fog meant Sheeana could not bring her worm into play now, but there was no time to explain that to Katara. So close too...
She had to flatten herself to the ground again as a spray of bullets whizzed over the spot she was just at. One had grazed her ribs, opening a cut there, an otherwise superficial wound. The fog made for spastic, inaccurate fire.
She crawled into the warehouse, reaching up to pull the door open. She felt as if she were much smaller again, being hustled away from the Honored Matres' attack. Darwi was not here to save her though, save in Other Memory.
The sound of boots came after her. They will come for me... She thought and they did, opening bursts of fire clearing the space. Sheeana had hidden herself though, behind the great shadow...
...Which resolved itself into the Worm, and crushed the three men, rolling over them until they were mushy pulp beneath their grey longcoats and oddly shaped helmets.
"Over here! Weapons!" She called from the doorway to her erstwhile comrades and began calming the worm with whispered words and strokes of its leathery hide. The blood and moisture it disliked immensely.