Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-25924729-20151007065253

''Oh man... Dad's gonna get a heart attack when he hears about this...''

The irony of being sent on a "safe mission" only to get caught in a holy war and almost getting killed twice in a single afternoon wasn't lost on Estelle. With Browning by her side, she ducked and weaved among bursts of gunfire and explosions, making slow but steady progress towards the ditch.

She sensed the arrow long before it hit, thanks to an obscene amount of aura. She whipped around and slashed it out of the air with Browning's Enforcer, almost tripping over as the swing followed through. The longsword was much larger than the weapons she typically handled, and the balance took some getting used to.

Pulling the Nova's hilt from it's sheath, Estelle bombarded the roof where the arrow came from with explosive fireballs. Of course she couldn't see, much less hit her invisible target, but with the entire rooftop in flames, the arrows stopped as the Dextera had to escape the inferno or be burned alive.

Finally, they arrived at the ditch, and saw a ragged figure covered in grey mud and concrete mix. "Eilwen!" she called, but there was no reply. Estelle tried to reach down and pull her up, but the ditch was too deep. Instead, she formed an extra long ice lance, with the tip freezing over Eilwen's hand and holding it in place.

Grabbing the butt end of the lance, Estelle heaved with all her strength, trying to pull the much larger and heavier woman to safety.