Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5865155-20141202042059/@comment-25507515-20141209191840

On most days, Rosa gave a kind of impression of serene grace. Right now...Not so much. She had been sucessively flinged airborn, pitted against monsters, divebombed by what could be described as a giant crow of doom and stalked by a kingsized version of her greatest nightmare, and she lacked sleep to a rather alarming point. Her eyes had that special glint of crazy of nice people who brutally decided that they had enough.

She stared at the battleground. Every single enemy was dead, aside from the Deathstalker. Glaukos was fighting it. Then, Glaukos fell to the ground, and the student realized that if she didn't play her move now, things were likely to take a dire turn. 'Hell no.' She started running. Then, all while on the move, she started tossing small projectile. Intercepting the light, they shined blood red.

Every single parameter had been calculated, for each Dust crystal, be it its speed, the trajectory it took or the area it would affect. Rosa accelerated bolting in the last enemy's melee range. Grabbed Glaukos by his elbow and yanked him into a safer zone and muttered an apology in case she hurted him. Then, she took her shot, and lowered her goggles to protect her eyes.

The red bolt crossed the air, and detonated in contact with one of the projectiles. A massive chain reaction occured, each fragment of solidified Dust triggering the other. Once it was over and the flash of light from the explosions had subsided, the beast was still. Considering how there was a crack running on all the length of its carapace, and parts of its head was missing, it was rather likely that the thing was dead. The makeshift explosives had done their job remarkably, the affected zone stopping a good few feet before where Glaukos and her were standing.

Rosa was out of of breath but relatively okay. Then, adrenaline came with the bill and a statement that it did not take credit. She staggered and half-shouted, half-croaked...

"Is everyone alright?"

Then...The ground. Good old solid ground. Such a good friend. Boy was she happy it was there.