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Zen technically agreed, but quietly preferred the vast unknown.

Hacking through the corpses wouldn't get them anywhere. Elya started breaking past the hordes, pinpointing the sister's position. She readied a knife, but couldn't get a decent window to throw it. Ji started going quiet. Verim wasn't saying anything. They needed a change of plans. "Lyanor." Elya said, projecting her voice as best she could with blood running down her face. "Get the Mystic. I'll take these."

"Lyanor!" Elya shouted, weaving her blade through the hordes. She fought though them, hyperfixated, praying for a moment to check on Ji.

"That's what flying is." Ayia explained.

"Alright!" Ayia slid around Queen and gestured for her to stand. "Re-lax!"

Everything went dark. It was an old sensation, anger. A white-hot fire, longing to grow, spread, and burn. To consume and destroy. A knife soared from her sleeve, palm, and through the air. It stabbed deep into the brother's hand, slicing through to the other side. Simultaneously, Elya dashed forwards and slashed. Her blade became a flurry of swipes as it crossed the animated corpses and the brother's body. If the dead could still see, then the last they'd glimpse would be a flash of steel. Then, as soon as it came, the anger left. And she stood breathing, coated in blood.

She pressed a free hand to her face and nodded. "Thank you."

Elya slipped. Instinct, pain, reflex, shock, and her powers all smashed into each other, jumbling into a mess of impulse. She slashed out with her katana, taking the most opportune moment to strike--but she recoiled from his touch, pain flaring across her face and neck. The blade only left a thin cut across his chest; and, despite herself, Elya only held in half a cry of pain. The rest emanated out in a broken shout. Blood dribbled down her face. The collar of her jacket began to stain dark red. This is bad.

Lights. It was them. Elya stayed defensive, glancing aside blades and bullets as best she could. Her powers burned within her, fine-tuning her awareness and control. Moments were all she needed to react--and they were just slow enough for her to stay afoot. But still: they were bad news. If the others were here as well... Checkmate. Elya slashed her sword out in an arc, deflecting another bullet and a knife; but the other had been out of her control to deflect. It slashed across her chin, faster than herself as she ducked away.

"Crap."

A v e r y l o n g t i m e later "How long is this stupid tunnel?" Ellis demanded of the universe.

Three Mystics. Maybe more. Transporter, Deathgranter, and whatever the third was. Elya slashed her blade in a wide arc, taking off a corpse's head and glancing aside a bullet. They'd picked the worst time to attack: no one was in top condition. Lyanor was still healing, Ji was badly-injured, and they were all still in varying states of grogginess. At least they'd gotten to finish breakfast.

Two more portals appeared in quick succession. Elya slashed outwards, committed to a trajectory based on only a single point of reference. The Transporter was consistent, fortunately, so she cut across both bullets at just the right moment to scatter their halves about harmlessly. More appeared: one aimed at her, the other at Verim. In one fluid motion, she hurled a dagger at the other portal, then spun her blade up and around to her forearm. The knife struck the first bullet to the side, while the second smacked into the blade with a earsplitting clang! Elya grunted as her forearm gave way a little, the bone cracking slightly underneath. Perhaps I could've done better for armor than a jacket, She thought.

Elya finished her breakfast, standing to collect everyone else's empty bowls. She held the stack in one hand, then balanced it all on the tip of a finger for no particular reason. As she moved to take Ji's bowl, though, the air began to shimmer ever so slightly. Her fragment of her senses warped, feeling at a place nowhere near here. Transporter. Portals. She whipped out her katana, hilt and blade slicing straight upwards. The very end wasn't even away from her scabbard when a distant bang sent a bullet right down the center. It split, clean in half, sending two hot lead shards to the sides. One clattered harmlessly against the wall, and the other slashed across Elya's face. The bowls hit the ground and shattered. "Everybody GET DOWN!" @Fallapede @DramaQueen @#1 Taln Fan @Szeth_Pancakes @Mystic Syn

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