Re: Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Pain, and speed, and brutality had filled her world. With every breath she took in, another stone smashed into her, grinding against her bones, choking her with dust, bruising every inch of her body...
...it continued on for a long, terrible moment, flashes of white blinding her every time a new hole was crashed through the tower walls, blackness engulfing her when she wavered towards unconsciousness, the gunblade going loose in her grip...
...until suddenly, the world seemed to stop turning, and she found herself to have landed in the soft embrace of some gentle angel, a vision from what she was always told Heaven would be like, with comforting, warm arms, a tender smile, and golden eyes...
Warmth spread on her hand, the pain fading away, and she blinked, her head resting lightly against his chest...
“Are you alright?” the voice came softly, a whisper in her ears.
Breathing was too hard--speaking, even harder. She tried to inhale, but that just made her cough. Her head felt light--everything felt light. The woman didn't notice the moment when Rain set her down gently and went to confront the Royal Guard.
He was... the last person I was expecting to look up and see...
Some small time later, the cries of pain from the giant woke her up, pulling her back to the present for a moment. She saw the huge hands still near, and reacted first, saving thought for later.
Bullets peppered into the sliced-up fingers, adding trauma to the wounds from which blood was already gushing like a scarlet stream. The massive Royal Guard stumbled backwards, reeling from the pain, lifting his giant fingers up to suck on them and nurse them like a little boy.
...and when I did, it felt like... was I still flying? Only I felt... lighter that time, and...
When Rain looked back towards the noise, towards Cadenza, he could see smoke coiling out from the barrel of her gunblade, rising up to join with the goldish-white puffs of clouds. The sky above them became a mix of soft silver and golden wisps, blending together through the holes and cracks in the tower as if the building was a bead being strung on this band of colored cloud. The gypsy herself was holding the sword in the hand he'd just healed, and was panting slightly, the rune the Guard had slapped on her still burning on her forehead. She looked tired, and like her mind was elsewhere, and yet... there was a hint of a small smile on her lips when she glanced at him and then quickly looked away again.
"Thank... thank you," she breathed, resting on the hilt of her sword. The magic seal was beginning to peel away, but she still felt so drained... she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something was about to happen to someone close.
Stay awake, 'denza, she told herself, you don't want to let Zorlo and Selene down...