Re: Upon the Wings of a Battle (Spartan-117)
OoC: I don't know where you got the whole "forest" thing at beginning, considering they're in such a sandy place, but, I'll go with it. X3
BiC:
Meghana could tell that her opponent had been fazed. She could tell that this could work to her advantage. Unfortunately, she could also tell her strength was wavering and that her legs trembled as she stood. One thing that wasn't near tired was her mind. It kept imagining new ways to remedy the situation. Yet, as her mind focused on its usually imaginative banters, pessimistic thoughts crept in. That adrenaline rush didn't last long enough for my taste... this angel has me by the ropes.
Her scrapes and cuts throbbed in pain. The throbbing and rapid beating of her heart stayed in synchronous. And, with each beat, she could feel the need to just give in amplify. Every time she blinked, she struggled to just get her eyes open again.
I... can't give in. I'll fight with my eyes closed if I must. He hurt my dragon and deserves to pay... With that thought in mind, she pushed herself forward. The tamer used that incentive and channeled it into the energy to fight. How long it would was another story. Time to do all I can...
Eying his shuriken closely, she approached. She got within two yards of him, and then began to sprint, seeming to be ready to tackle him to the ground. When she reached him, she kept on running, right past him and to the edge of the forest. Meghana could feel his confused stares, but didn't care. The only thing she wanted was the cover and material that the trees provided.
Tackling the closest tree, she scrambled up its trunk, heading for the upper branches in an attempt to put some necessary distance between her and the angel. I can make more than enough material for anything my heart desires...
Upon thinking that, new ideas flooded into her brain. What would she want? What wondrous things could she make with an entire forest? That only instigated another idea. An illusion like she'd never done before. On a scale she'd only dreamt of. But, now it was becoming reality.
Using the blades attached to her arms, she began slicing off branches like a mad woman. If I do this correctly, it doesn't matter how much strength I lose now, for I'll have won. She went tree after tree, severing all the branches she could, and not turning back to see if Trigoon had followed suite. She kept chopping until several rows of trees had become bald, so to speak. All of the clippings lay in neat piles next to the mutilated plants. Time to work my magic.
Gracefully, she planted her feet on the floor, with a slight thud. After shaking her hands off a bit, she bent down, touching the beginning of the line of cut down trees. It was well over half the forest which she had spread to, and that was exactly how she wanted it. Trembling from exhaustion, her hands, now completely adorned with cuts, placed themselves on the branches on the floor.
This shall be on a scale unheard of by me... I don't know if I'll even be able to stand after this, but it doesn't matter... Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, the words formed along the branches, trailing off. They spoke of her will, her strength, and the revenge she wanted. And, as though taking it from her thoughts and dreams, the trees began to morph, creating one of the largest illusions known to man. The angel would be the one to experience it.