Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-25924729-20151204080254

Vale presented the sphere to Nacoma, feeling a little disapointed by her lack of a reaction but remaining silent. Then she noticed her watching the Healer's progress on her scroll, and simply to stave off boredom, inched closer to join her in watching the green haired girl.

She watched amusedly as Laura reached the top of the ladder, then shakily reached out for the sphere, missing a few times when it bobbed just out of reach. With a final effort, she arched her back and grabbed desperately, finally closing her fist on the elusive ball...

Then she was falling to her death.

-

"AAAHHHHH!!!!!" Laura screamed and the wind whipped past her. Her legs kicking and arms thrashing for anything to save herself from a humiliating death on the pavement below, but in vain. The maid could only close her eyes and wait to end life as a splatter of blood...

A sharp pain shot through her arm, but nothing else. Thats it? Where was the agonizing death? The broken bones? The blood? Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, and almost screamed again.

"Oh shut up!" Vale scolded as she pulled Laura back up the wall, ripping out her claws and opening a fresh tear in her shoulder. Helping with the only way she knew, the assassin had literally nailed her body to the wall to stop the fall, and was now reattaching her prosthetic arm whch she had thrown like a javelin earlier.

'Painful' couldn't even begin to describe the agony that Laura felt, like her entire limb was burning. Gasping with shock, she let Vale carry her back and dump her in front of Nacoma. Almost ridiculously now, her savior even remembered to bring the emblem sphere.

Struggling to a sitting position, Laura focused her aura, then felt a wave of releif as her healing semblance did it's job and fixed her shoulder. It ended with her still gasping in panic and rubbing her arm self-consciously, but otherwise fine.