ilivedbitches: (I ABANDONED MY BOY)
Anna Irving ([personal profile] ilivedbitches) wrote in [personal profile] summonerd 2019-10-12 03:21 am (UTC)

THE ALPHABET SOUP; IT SPELLS FUCK

Kratos thinks about Mithos and nothing else, latches onto the signal and grabs it tightly, letting it fill him up and drown out everything else. Thankfully, the push and pull of battle is easy to not think about. His sword is solid and real in his hands. Light burns at his fingertips. The human guards fall one by one.

Malos deposits Sheena as gently as he can and-- once everyone has their own personal shield established-- says: "Alright, let's start moving towards the door. Getting Mithos and Zelos out is the best thing we can do right now." His ether levels have regulated by now, so he's alright, but still, cutting a path to the door is best choice, right. "Dunno how we'll get in, but--"

"I got it," Anna interjects, smile bright and sharp. Knife twirling in her hand, she lunges at the nearest asshole in a labcoat and slams them against the wall, shoves her knife under their chin. "You mind telling me how to get to the Aegises, you bastard?"

Though visibly shaken, the scientist doesn't seem particularly scared. "It won't matter what you do. Reinforcements are coming."

"Not fast enough to save your life," Anna counters, her smile not dropping an inch. "And I'm not above putting this knife somewhere uncomfortable until I get the answer I want--"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that."

And then there's a sound like a ringing bell, then something happens to the ether in the room.

Anna doesn't feel it but she does feel the sudden pain in her chest, sharp and burning, whips her head around to Malos just in time to watch him stagger, all of his shields flickering and then vanishing from existence. He puts a hand on the nearby wall to steady himself.

(Out of Anna's immediate range of vision, Kratos drops to his knees and quite suddenly forgets how to breathe. His mind sings tight and loud with terror terror terror terror terror terror terror.)

Anna slits the throat of the person she's holding-- she can ask someone else-- and then turns to find the source--

A blade. The only blade in the room that isn't someone Anna knows. Her green hair is tied back, and she raises her staff to the sky.

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