A Creature of Extraordinary Grace - Plot End (Closed to Simon)
When they'd arrived, officially arrived, it had been like the haze of terror had cleared and she'd become incredibly calm. She knew what to do, this was what she had be made for. A weapon, not a girl. Trying so hard to be a real girl had been the problem, had left her vulnerable and bare.
Reavers, they burned with insanity and rage enough to shatter a thousand worlds. An all-consuming madness.
Silently she wandered the streets as people fought the things, she was unarmed because she was a weapon, she didn't need a weapon. Then in the street near the hotel they converged, the last of them she knew the others dying in groups and pairs at other hands. She didn't get much beyond a brief impression of teeth and matted hair as they attacked.
She danced, surrounded, overwhelmed. The stench coming off them was stunning. Filth and decay, old blood and a thousand other things she didn't have time to name. She closed her eyes and let them come and met each blow for blow, her ribs bruised, broken, by one and then he was gone, her thigh cut and then gone.
She felt the air get knocked out of her and she fell under the screaching, clawing bulk of the last one, heard her dress tear and her own voice cry out as nails raked across her chest. Rolling she fought for the upper hand and in a flash she had his knives crossed at his throat and struck, pulling them sharply away so the last of the Reavers died with a gurgle.
She pushed painfully to her feet, eyes wild, the madness hers now not theirs as the village changed, the western inspired streets of Persephone fading back into the cobbled silence of Haurvatat. The Reavers fading, leaving only their damage in their wake.
Haurvatat transformed again back to its self, and River lowered her head; the girl again, not the weapon and fell to the ground in a dead faint.
[ooc: Plot is officially over, the village has returned to normal if a little damaged and rubble strewn. Even the Reavers disappeared (nice of the plot to clean up after itself). River has a couple cracked ribs, a knife slice in her upper thigh and claw/nail marks across her chest.]
Reavers, they burned with insanity and rage enough to shatter a thousand worlds. An all-consuming madness.
Silently she wandered the streets as people fought the things, she was unarmed because she was a weapon, she didn't need a weapon. Then in the street near the hotel they converged, the last of them she knew the others dying in groups and pairs at other hands. She didn't get much beyond a brief impression of teeth and matted hair as they attacked.
She danced, surrounded, overwhelmed. The stench coming off them was stunning. Filth and decay, old blood and a thousand other things she didn't have time to name. She closed her eyes and let them come and met each blow for blow, her ribs bruised, broken, by one and then he was gone, her thigh cut and then gone.
She felt the air get knocked out of her and she fell under the screaching, clawing bulk of the last one, heard her dress tear and her own voice cry out as nails raked across her chest. Rolling she fought for the upper hand and in a flash she had his knives crossed at his throat and struck, pulling them sharply away so the last of the Reavers died with a gurgle.
She pushed painfully to her feet, eyes wild, the madness hers now not theirs as the village changed, the western inspired streets of Persephone fading back into the cobbled silence of Haurvatat. The Reavers fading, leaving only their damage in their wake.
Haurvatat transformed again back to its self, and River lowered her head; the girl again, not the weapon and fell to the ground in a dead faint.
[ooc: Plot is officially over, the village has returned to normal if a little damaged and rubble strewn. Even the Reavers disappeared (nice of the plot to clean up after itself). River has a couple cracked ribs, a knife slice in her upper thigh and claw/nail marks across her chest.]