[center] [b]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/b][/center]

[u]Emily[/u]

She couldn’t help the small smirk when the arrow hit. The man roared in pain as the tip buried into the armor, sank deeply into the shoulder. Unfortunately her victory over her hit was short lived. 

It didn’t take long for Vignar’s spirit to have formed and emerged, the vision of a young, familiar girl now stood there in plain of the desert. Emily’s face went pure white at the sight. Her throat suddenly dry and hard to swallow, her mind became numb upon sighting Octal Chaser-learning the full name after the mission- seeming to stand there like that horrible day. A tremble visibly traveled from head to toe, her hands which grasped her bow showed the clearest. 

Immediately Octal summoned her twin, the spirit rushed forward to aid Diane just a few moments before Steve sprain from the ground. Sand and earth sent scattering in many directions while Emily found it hard to move or think. Naturally Cerberus’s mind wasn’t filled with regret as his voice snapped in her head, a sound warning that came too late.
 
EMILY, THE CHAINS! 

Umph….her ankles were ensnared by the chains, their hard surface wrapped about and dig in through her clothes. Shit, shit! The four letter words were tossed careless in her head for all the good it did her. Her bow melted from her grip, the tendrils of darkness hastily reformed to become her gauntlets and started to pull away the chains. It would take time. 

Her eyes jerked forward at hearing Fran’s shriek. The onyx eyes fearful and worried as she checked on her allies, all them seemed not to fare any better than herself against the chains. Her heart thrummed louder inside her chest while her hand continued to work to free herself. While they struggled with the chains, Fran’s ability kicked in and quickly it became clear why she was ideally sent here in the first place. Green light beams darted form under her then wove a cage, separating them from the wildlife much to Emily’s relief, before it lifted from the ground. Sand shifted through with a loud hiss, the grains fell back down to the scenery leaving the chains as well as Steve exposed. It took a moment or two, but her gauntlets finally snapped the metal releasing her. 

She wasted little time getting to her feet and again drawn her bow, her eyes fixed on where the scales had fallen off. The Rook hoped it would’ve been better target than hitting the hard scales. However before Emily could let loose the arrow, her eyes caught the lounge Steve made right for Vignar who still appeared to be entangled. It didn’t seem like he would get out in time. 

Shit…she thought bitterly. 

Her body jerked, changed its target immediately. Her arrow could’ve hit him easily yet she doubted it would’ve stopped the ragworm much less slow him down on his path. Instantly she allowed her arrow to fall away back into the dark tendrils, once more faded away like sand, then reshape into something more effective: her gauntlets. Emily kicked forward, her direction made to intersect the ragworm’s path and hopefully make it miss. It shouldn’t be hard because in short time she would’ve covered the distant between her and Steve. She sent her blades deeply into the thick, leathery flesh. She hope with the pain as well as followed by her momentum, the ragworm’s aim might end up being off and miss the man completely. At the very least, giving Vignar enough time to release himself then attack.