Gwenrhian
Her pupils swam across the room, briefly, she followed Cain's movements and though they were quick, they hadn't quite escaped her heightened senses. Not that it mattered. Her ability was focused on her senses rather than sheer physical ability. Despite being able to track his movements, she lacked the ability to physically keep up with him. It was thus a great fortune that her opponent chose to bounce around the room before proceeding to attack her. That had given her plenty of time to react —by stepping back.
As her weight shifted to the desk's edge, the inevitable happened —it flipped over. Gwenrhian huddled into a ball, wincing as the stunning roar washed over her sending her ears ringing, but safe and sound behind her office-tower-shield.
Gweneira
"Hmmm..."
Humming with discontent, Gweneira peered through the exhaust fumed of her temporary reprieve —the rear-end of an air-conditioner. If the metal man was here...that meant...
Her eyelids slid shut and then, for several seconds, she was Gwenrhian. Thinking as the oldest of the sisters would, in attempts to piece together her next course of action.
It was clear that the metal was only here because Gwenrhian had allowed it. Even if she hadn't been able to stop him, if they'd engaged in combat, she would've held him up far longer. In that case, the current situation was something her sister had intentionally created...but why?
Her brow knotted together, Joakim's thundering steps only compounding her oncoming headache. She racked her brain, the seconds ticking to the thunk, thunk, thunk of —wait...thunk?
The alchemist snapped to her feet, her eyes alight with a devious glimmer. She had a plan.
Her pupils swam across the room, briefly, she followed Cain's movements and though they were quick, they hadn't quite escaped her heightened senses. Not that it mattered. Her ability was focused on her senses rather than sheer physical ability. Despite being able to track his movements, she lacked the ability to physically keep up with him. It was thus a great fortune that her opponent chose to bounce around the room before proceeding to attack her. That had given her plenty of time to react —by stepping back.
As her weight shifted to the desk's edge, the inevitable happened —it flipped over. Gwenrhian huddled into a ball, wincing as the stunning roar washed over her sending her ears ringing, but safe and sound behind her office-tower-shield.
Gweneira
"Hmmm..."
Humming with discontent, Gweneira peered through the exhaust fumed of her temporary reprieve —the rear-end of an air-conditioner. If the metal man was here...that meant...
Her eyelids slid shut and then, for several seconds, she was Gwenrhian. Thinking as the oldest of the sisters would, in attempts to piece together her next course of action.
It was clear that the metal was only here because Gwenrhian had allowed it. Even if she hadn't been able to stop him, if they'd engaged in combat, she would've held him up far longer. In that case, the current situation was something her sister had intentionally created...but why?
Her brow knotted together, Joakim's thundering steps only compounding her oncoming headache. She racked her brain, the seconds ticking to the thunk, thunk, thunk of —wait...thunk?
The alchemist snapped to her feet, her eyes alight with a devious glimmer. She had a plan.