"We should split up and half of us attack RockHill on the other side of here, that way The Vygorns have less of an idea where we are coming from, not to mention that Rock Hill is a mining town, and going for the resources is like terrorist tactics 101, we could arrive at Rock Hill about an hour after the time they arrive at Riverdale, which would put both attacks at close to midnight, meaning that we would most likely catch them by surprise."
Cora rolled her eyes, pulling her hoodie over her new belt. She moved to stand by Aerilyn, admiring the creature perched on her shoulder. They were agreeing on battle tactics, Aerilyn, Beau, and that other dude she hadn't caught the name of. Cora wasn't sure how well they knew their geography, but the trek to RockHill was a long one under the sweltering sun. Plus, who knew what waited for them.
She shook out her short, chocolate hair, glancing at the amiable Lightning user. "Beau, was it?" She tried a smile, but it felt cold. "I like your idea of the elements splitting up, it's a good one. But let me point out some holes. When we get to Riverdale and/or RockHill, there won't be any Vygorns in alien form just waiting for us to take out. There will be guards, and there will be workers. Those workers will have families with them. We can't just go around killing innocent people in the hopes that the Vygorns will come challenge us. If anything, they'd send out more human guards to either arrest us or take us out. And we're stuck with a hard question: how far are we willing to go?
"Do we want to be known as dangerous terrorists? That's what will happen if we attack a resource. Humanity in general will hate us, when we need them on our side. How can we have sympathizers if we're feared? Right now they need a hero, cuz the elements can't do this on their own. We could very well spark a revolution, and the whole of humanity would help us remove our alien oppressors. Besides, I'd rather be on the run from the government known as a vigilante that the people have hope in, rather than a terrorist the people demand justice of.
"I'm going to Riverdale, and I'm going to try my damn best to wipe out the Vygorns and dismantle their little camp, harming as few humans as possible. But I want to hear your thoughts. Am I crazy? Or do we want to be a symbol of hope for the people?" Cora challenged the circle, confident she was right.
"I may know how to catch the Vygorn's attention without unnecessary bloodshed. But I need to test my theory first."
She turned to the bird tamer. "Aerilyn, we haven't really introduced ourselves, but I think we could help each other out. I have a plan, but I can't do it alone. It involves something awesome, though: Do you know what Ice and Air make?" Cora said, a mischievous glint in her gray eyes.
It was hard not to notice Shida as he joined the circle, spouting hedonistic nonsense. He gave her an incredibly uncomfortable twist in the gut; she didn't trust him, or like him. So it was to her dark humor's relief when Will cooled him off, literally. Laughter escaped her lips, a sound she almost forgot existed. She'd have to speak to Will later; their elements were only different structures of each other, after all.
Fire and water were a crazy mix to watch in battle, very symmetrical in their polar-opposite-ness. Shida, however, won that round, unfortunately. The lush ground of Nature's Haven was charred and ashy, serving as a testament to their disagreement. The sight of embers in so much green made Cora really want to punch something.
Instead, she locked eyes with Shida. "This is the only nature for miles, and you think it's okay to just burn some up? Just look at your feet."
The next tragedy of Nature's Haven no one foresaw. The light user, Luce -- sweet 'lil thing -- ran into the cave like she'd seen a ghost. Light spewed from her fingers, casting unnatural shadows on the stone walls. The old man got in there like a dirty shirt, but to no avail. The light increased, and Cora watched in horror as Luce simply... Was consumed.
"Don't believe your element can't hurt you... Luce was eaten by her own power, her light."
Cora paled, glancing up at Irys who floated a couple inches above her head. "You never told me there were risks, Irys."
"Irys said there were no risks for Cora. That still holds true." The spirit's voice chimed innocently in her head.
"How do you know?"
"Cora isn't consumed yet, is she?"
"Yeah... Not the most assuring..."