From a moment, Parsia was briefly blinded. She had the maelstrom of wind stirred up by Alex's wings to thank for that. She covered her eyes with her hand, shielding them from dust and debris. The Oscillation had greatly improved her vision and unknowingly she'd become a bit reliant. Instinctively, Parsia screeched to a halt.
In robbing her vision, Allex had effectively and witlessly halted her movements; what that meant for his attack was rather obvious. When the lieutenant finally whipped the hair from her face, her eyes opened to flamboyant orange. She barely had time to scream before the fireballs exploded across her body.
Her altitude plummeted; although curiously, her panic hadn't affected her floating. She came to a halt a few inches off the ground, her agony awkwardly suspended in space. The girl on fire writhed and shrieked, batting the flames from her person. Her immediate panic rapidly diminished; the flames would not hurt her, though the fire might consume her, it could not harm her. Her new instincts assured her of that.
Nevertheless, the flames were still wholly incompatible with her clothing and Parsia herself with incompatible with streaking. She patted with renewed vigor, stifling the flames. It only took moments for the orange tongues to die, but the damage had been done. Her clothes had been burnt in several places, and the once-regal Huma bird now cut a sorry figure.
"I'd wanted to play around a bit more, but you've exhausted my patience, boy."
Flames kindled within Parsia hands, condensing into a single fire-ball, or more appropriately, a fire flare. Parsia released the flare into the sky where it exploded into a brilliant display of light and heat.
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Highly sensitive to light, Catherine's eyes had constricted into needles as the improvised flare gun went off. She hadn't been fully blinded, but her vision had blurred slightly as her pupils adjusted to the influx of light. As a result, it was her ears, rather than her eyes, which were the first to pick up on the escalating situation. She could hear them. Tens and tens of them. Footsteps. Loud and quiet; fast and slow; heavy and soft. Footsteps of all types as they were encircled.
The workforce of the gang, its normal members, had come out in droves; armed and dangerous, the thugs toted knives, pipes, and an assortment of self-created weaponry. The Nekomata noted several odd ones, a chain lined with bowling balls, a bat studded with nails, a thick leather shredded by laceration, through which could be seen shards of glass.
Each of the weapons was dangerous in its own right but had this been any other day Catherine probably would've backed down. However, she was changed now. She'd had a taste of that when she'd gone at the snake. She was stronger, faster, more agile. She could probably get through a few petty gangsters with—
"Look out! They've got guns!"
Her shrill warning sounded just before one of the gangsters, toting a pistol, took aim at Jonah.
In robbing her vision, Allex had effectively and witlessly halted her movements; what that meant for his attack was rather obvious. When the lieutenant finally whipped the hair from her face, her eyes opened to flamboyant orange. She barely had time to scream before the fireballs exploded across her body.
Her altitude plummeted; although curiously, her panic hadn't affected her floating. She came to a halt a few inches off the ground, her agony awkwardly suspended in space. The girl on fire writhed and shrieked, batting the flames from her person. Her immediate panic rapidly diminished; the flames would not hurt her, though the fire might consume her, it could not harm her. Her new instincts assured her of that.
Nevertheless, the flames were still wholly incompatible with her clothing and Parsia herself with incompatible with streaking. She patted with renewed vigor, stifling the flames. It only took moments for the orange tongues to die, but the damage had been done. Her clothes had been burnt in several places, and the once-regal Huma bird now cut a sorry figure.
"I'd wanted to play around a bit more, but you've exhausted my patience, boy."
Flames kindled within Parsia hands, condensing into a single fire-ball, or more appropriately, a fire flare. Parsia released the flare into the sky where it exploded into a brilliant display of light and heat.
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Highly sensitive to light, Catherine's eyes had constricted into needles as the improvised flare gun went off. She hadn't been fully blinded, but her vision had blurred slightly as her pupils adjusted to the influx of light. As a result, it was her ears, rather than her eyes, which were the first to pick up on the escalating situation. She could hear them. Tens and tens of them. Footsteps. Loud and quiet; fast and slow; heavy and soft. Footsteps of all types as they were encircled.
The workforce of the gang, its normal members, had come out in droves; armed and dangerous, the thugs toted knives, pipes, and an assortment of self-created weaponry. The Nekomata noted several odd ones, a chain lined with bowling balls, a bat studded with nails, a thick leather shredded by laceration, through which could be seen shards of glass.
Each of the weapons was dangerous in its own right but had this been any other day Catherine probably would've backed down. However, she was changed now. She'd had a taste of that when she'd gone at the snake. She was stronger, faster, more agile. She could probably get through a few petty gangsters with—
"Look out! They've got guns!"
Her shrill warning sounded just before one of the gangsters, toting a pistol, took aim at Jonah.
