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DamyclesThe attack came, and it disappointed her.
Lyra had been caught up in the thrill of the fight, her mind whirring like a deadly machine as she coordinated, reshaped, analyzed. The shape of the Shroud. The structure of the icy creation she was finally putting together. The direction of a gentle gust of wind, harmless in and of itself, but in conjunction with her other preparations a move that would begin the swift march towards the death of her enemy. Like a conductor orchestrating a grand piece, she laid out the plan for what would almost certainly be her final set of assaults, and made it as beautiful as could be.
He too had been making preparations. His army of iron balls and glowing men all lined up, the sight of them via her Shroud making Lyra's nerves sing with cautious tension. What power would he attack her with now? Would her additional defensive measures prove sufficient? It wasn't a pleasant sensation, but nothing in the world felt quite like the threat of imminent demise.
Given the speed of the man's attacks, she could spare no time to observe once they'd begun. Two golden figures flared, and she reacted without a second thought.
On the level of her body, she jumped. On the level of her power, she unleashed. The air around her exploded into motion, both within and a short distance around the Shroud, forming a column of air that shot upwards and backwards at speeds exceeding the fiercest hurricanes on record. Lyra leaped, and the stream carried her up, blowing her into the air as if she were as light as a feather. The wind seemed to affect the Shroud, too. Like a bird flapping off the ground, the cloud's extremities folded inwards, forming a more compact shape for flight and evasion.
This was the most visible component of her movement, and likely the one her opponent would notice from across the chamber. The wind, however, was more a helping hand than the true driving force. The rising column of air approached a third of the speed of sound, truly impressive for a wind, but even that might not have been enough to evade the barrage of cannonballs, which moved far more quickly and would likely decimate the massive stone columns.
Lyra, however, had another trick up her sleeve. Her body went cold, what little remained of the desert's heat suddenly vanishing as bodily fluids in nonessential areas froze and yanked her up and back. Her power over ice, now used to effectively turn herself into a projectile. The Shroud moved fast enough to keep up of its own accord while maintaining its current internal shape, and together they would swiftly move to escape the haphazard spread of projectiles.
While the brunt of the attack appeared to miss her entirely, the impact of the projectiles striking the stone pillars sent debris flying all over the chamber, and it proved impossible to evade it all. The Shroud's outer surface area was smaller now than it had been, but it would still be peppered with several stone chunks of various sizes. Inconvenient, as the Shroud's immediate reaction to these impacts twisted the shape of its outer layer and forced Lyra to slow down somewhat, but the scattered pieces of rock posed little real threat to her, each one being slowed to relatively harmless speeds as they entered the dark cloud.
Not much to it, really. At least she'd finally had to start moving around, but now, on seeing the true nature of the attack, she found herself wondering if that had even been necessary. Brute force might seem impressive on some level, but it wouldn't be nearly enough to touch her- she hadn't even had to rely on the defensive measures she'd so carefully crafted and prepared for.
Ah, well. It would be nice to survive this, at least.
Other than the dark cloud now darting about up above, not much else would be visible in the aftermath of the attack. Some rubble, presumably some spheres and glowing clones. Of the Shroud fragment that had been originally split off no sign would be visible, indicating that it had either somehow been destroyed by the attack or was hidden somewhere out of sight.
As for the bulk of the cloud, and Lyra within, they slowed down just slightly before releasing the other passenger they'd brought along with them.
It looked something like a flower.
A cold, icy blue, the pointed tip of its long stem was pointed directly at the man in white, flying towards him at deadly velocities. Larger than the blood spikes, about an arm's length in all. At its rear end, the hollow stem split into five more spikes that pointed outwards like petals. It had taken Lyra some time to gather enough ice from the dry air of this desert tomb to complete her creation, and it even took her some extra attention to make it look as pretty as it was. Important, to keep up appearances.
Rather than travel all the way to its target, the structure slowed down as it reached the northernmost section of the chamber. The air around it seemed to glitter and gleam, an effect that rapidly began to spread outwards from the blue flower. There wasn't enough ice around to create a whirling blizzard as she had with her previous opponent, but still Lyra seized every scrap of vapor she could target in the area, creating thousands upon thousands of frozen fragments, each one no larger than a speck of dust.
Lyra had been caught up in the thrill of the fight, her mind whirring like a deadly machine as she coordinated, reshaped, analyzed. The shape of the Shroud. The structure of the icy creation she was finally putting together. The direction of a gentle gust of wind, harmless in and of itself, but in conjunction with her other preparations a move that would begin the swift march towards the death of her enemy. Like a conductor orchestrating a grand piece, she laid out the plan for what would almost certainly be her final set of assaults, and made it as beautiful as could be.
He too had been making preparations. His army of iron balls and glowing men all lined up, the sight of them via her Shroud making Lyra's nerves sing with cautious tension. What power would he attack her with now? Would her additional defensive measures prove sufficient? It wasn't a pleasant sensation, but nothing in the world felt quite like the threat of imminent demise.
Given the speed of the man's attacks, she could spare no time to observe once they'd begun. Two golden figures flared, and she reacted without a second thought.
On the level of her body, she jumped. On the level of her power, she unleashed. The air around her exploded into motion, both within and a short distance around the Shroud, forming a column of air that shot upwards and backwards at speeds exceeding the fiercest hurricanes on record. Lyra leaped, and the stream carried her up, blowing her into the air as if she were as light as a feather. The wind seemed to affect the Shroud, too. Like a bird flapping off the ground, the cloud's extremities folded inwards, forming a more compact shape for flight and evasion.
This was the most visible component of her movement, and likely the one her opponent would notice from across the chamber. The wind, however, was more a helping hand than the true driving force. The rising column of air approached a third of the speed of sound, truly impressive for a wind, but even that might not have been enough to evade the barrage of cannonballs, which moved far more quickly and would likely decimate the massive stone columns.
Lyra, however, had another trick up her sleeve. Her body went cold, what little remained of the desert's heat suddenly vanishing as bodily fluids in nonessential areas froze and yanked her up and back. Her power over ice, now used to effectively turn herself into a projectile. The Shroud moved fast enough to keep up of its own accord while maintaining its current internal shape, and together they would swiftly move to escape the haphazard spread of projectiles.
While the brunt of the attack appeared to miss her entirely, the impact of the projectiles striking the stone pillars sent debris flying all over the chamber, and it proved impossible to evade it all. The Shroud's outer surface area was smaller now than it had been, but it would still be peppered with several stone chunks of various sizes. Inconvenient, as the Shroud's immediate reaction to these impacts twisted the shape of its outer layer and forced Lyra to slow down somewhat, but the scattered pieces of rock posed little real threat to her, each one being slowed to relatively harmless speeds as they entered the dark cloud.
Not much to it, really. At least she'd finally had to start moving around, but now, on seeing the true nature of the attack, she found herself wondering if that had even been necessary. Brute force might seem impressive on some level, but it wouldn't be nearly enough to touch her- she hadn't even had to rely on the defensive measures she'd so carefully crafted and prepared for.
Ah, well. It would be nice to survive this, at least.
Other than the dark cloud now darting about up above, not much else would be visible in the aftermath of the attack. Some rubble, presumably some spheres and glowing clones. Of the Shroud fragment that had been originally split off no sign would be visible, indicating that it had either somehow been destroyed by the attack or was hidden somewhere out of sight.
As for the bulk of the cloud, and Lyra within, they slowed down just slightly before releasing the other passenger they'd brought along with them.
It looked something like a flower.
A cold, icy blue, the pointed tip of its long stem was pointed directly at the man in white, flying towards him at deadly velocities. Larger than the blood spikes, about an arm's length in all. At its rear end, the hollow stem split into five more spikes that pointed outwards like petals. It had taken Lyra some time to gather enough ice from the dry air of this desert tomb to complete her creation, and it even took her some extra attention to make it look as pretty as it was. Important, to keep up appearances.
Rather than travel all the way to its target, the structure slowed down as it reached the northernmost section of the chamber. The air around it seemed to glitter and gleam, an effect that rapidly began to spread outwards from the blue flower. There wasn't enough ice around to create a whirling blizzard as she had with her previous opponent, but still Lyra seized every scrap of vapor she could target in the area, creating thousands upon thousands of frozen fragments, each one no larger than a speck of dust.
