The blade finished its flight with Crystal's hand at the same moment that Shin would be busy attempting to create a wedge for leverage within Prison Ishtalle. The magical binding agent was loosed the moment Shin revealed his chains, offering her dynamic physicality back. Ishtalle knew what was to come, and would deligate appropriately. Shin was right, about cages anyhow. The price for rigidity was often flexibility, but not for a weapon like Ishtalle, that could think and act of her own accord. This made her highly proactive. In this regard she was like water and could change flows drastically and quickly.
As for leverage, Shin would find zero as the slits in the phalanx were much thinner than a human fingernail, at about 15 µm wide. A sheet of paper couldn't slip through, much less his spears blade.
Drawing from the inspiration of water and working in mental tandem with Crystal, Ishtalle phase transitioned into a thick liquid immediately. The color and newp form altered the way she interacted with light, optically occluding it rather than refracting from within, effectively cutting off Shin's view of the outside world, and more importantly, Crystal. He wouldn't see what was coming.
With a cry she flourished her ice sword in the air, now possessed by Ishtalle, and slammed it against the surface with a truly meteoric strike. A concussive wave propogated from the tip through the entirety of the space within, tearing up earth and concrete into a fresh irrigation canal. It would travel the small distance between them (maybe 3 or so feet?) slightly faster than usual due to the liquid medium. Given the laws of force and motion worked both ways, and she did not weigh 500 lbs, the recoil would send Crystal flying several feet backwards as well, creating space. Only one of them could afford the luxury of taking the hit, though.
Regardless of success, the shell collapsed with a splash into a light blue rain, its purpose spent. A screen of debris and dust now hung in the area Shin was standing.
"If you're still breathing, I suggest you either fight me like you intend to win, or submit. I don't want to have to take your other hand or your life, But I'll have both before the hour is out if you keep up the way you are."
Was she serious? That would be for Shin to decide.
As for leverage, Shin would find zero as the slits in the phalanx were much thinner than a human fingernail, at about 15 µm wide. A sheet of paper couldn't slip through, much less his spears blade.
Drawing from the inspiration of water and working in mental tandem with Crystal, Ishtalle phase transitioned into a thick liquid immediately. The color and newp form altered the way she interacted with light, optically occluding it rather than refracting from within, effectively cutting off Shin's view of the outside world, and more importantly, Crystal. He wouldn't see what was coming.
With a cry she flourished her ice sword in the air, now possessed by Ishtalle, and slammed it against the surface with a truly meteoric strike. A concussive wave propogated from the tip through the entirety of the space within, tearing up earth and concrete into a fresh irrigation canal. It would travel the small distance between them (maybe 3 or so feet?) slightly faster than usual due to the liquid medium. Given the laws of force and motion worked both ways, and she did not weigh 500 lbs, the recoil would send Crystal flying several feet backwards as well, creating space. Only one of them could afford the luxury of taking the hit, though.
Regardless of success, the shell collapsed with a splash into a light blue rain, its purpose spent. A screen of debris and dust now hung in the area Shin was standing.
"If you're still breathing, I suggest you either fight me like you intend to win, or submit. I don't want to have to take your other hand or your life, But I'll have both before the hour is out if you keep up the way you are."
Was she serious? That would be for Shin to decide.