The situation would have been dire had it lasted any extra second like this. For as much as she tugged, the tree was gaining terrain with each vine that tried to lurk and find it's way to Luth's body.
"LUTH! LUTH SNAP OUT OF IT!" She shouted, shaking the woman from her shirt as the grip on her blade begun to falter.
"I said... LET. FUCKING. GO. OF ME!!!"
'TZZZT!' And the vines were no more, just as the woman recovered her strength and body to smite down the vines, and send the both of them back. By reflex alone, the knightess wrapped her arms around Luthien to mitigate the fall, yet what was such a short crash felt like a hammer to the ribs to her. Pain begun to take it's toll, it finally caught up to her.
"Fuck, Fio, I'm sorry—!"
"No... Worries." She smiled, a vote of confidence, both to remind herself and the archer: they were going to get out of this, no need to panic for one another. Not now anyways.
Or perhaps they should, as they both had a really -bad- feeling of what was coming next. Only... There is no way to know what, until sudden movement had Fiora crash her shoulder against Luthien's to push her away just the second the tree summoned their demise.
❰ TAUNT BUSTER ACTIVATED! ❱
❰❰ I V O R Y · D O M I N A T I O N ❱❱
"LUTH STAND B-GAH!" Her voice was cut short as a root wrapped itself in the blink of an eye around her throat and begun to crush her windpipes, then about twelve of them followed the knightess as she was rapidly dragged away. If it could not have the bowswoman, then the second option would be...
Ә̷̨̛̺̣̙̙͑̅̓̕ơ̸̢̛̦͕̹̾̄͜͝o̷̹͈͉̻̲͑͆̇̒̕b̶̨͖͚̭͖̋̏͑̕͝ ̶̹̺̺͈̘͌̓̄͑͆ɘ̷͇̦̱͙̱̅̓͑̀͛n̵̨̧̼̗̩̔͂͊̋͠ǒ̵̡̻̤̘̞̒́̂̈́ΰ̷̝̬̭͉̞̾̈̂̓ϱ̸̝͎͙̹̣̇̿̓͆͆ʜ̶̩̰̳̲̯̋̄́̍̀.̷̬̞̼̯̓̌̎̊̔ͅ
Fiora clawed against the ground, but even these games this sentient entity grew tired of as vines begun to wrap across her limbs, circling her biceps and thighs right before lifting her mid-air like a prized possession. The harder she struggled, the tighter the hold on her neck grew, her fingers twitched and her body fought back in a desperate need for air, yet not even a single gasp escaped her mouth.
The thinnest of tendrils reached the deepest, caressing her inner thighs and begun to get close... Dangerously close. It was almost too late for when she realized it, but her eyes went wide in pure horror and fear all at once.
Ą̴̗̩̥̣̈́͊͝͝ɔ̴̠̣̌͋̈́̃͐͜͜͜ɔ̵̡̙̞̠͛̿̉͗͝ͅɘ̶̪̰̤̥͔̈́͊̂̔̃q̴̨̨̛̛͕̗̙̆̍͠Ɉ̷̢̨̲͚̼̿̊̇̑͝ ̵͎̫͖̎͗̄̃͗͜ͅϱ̶͔̯̼̥̼̍͑͊̅̕ō̴͓͙̱̳̤͂̑̿͝b̴̢̬̭̼͉̔̓̆̈́͝
Yet they found resistance. Resistance in the form of silks, plate and cloth. Resistance that it had to destroy, as they were the last that stopped it, and so it did; It tore apart, the substances that it secreted melted away all but flesh and skin. The tendrils swirled around her impatiently, like there was a sense of urgency.
She was about to faint in spot, fail not only Luthien but herself, and let whatever this thing is just make use of her like a thing only to discard her. These were her last thoughts. The shame, sadness, regret. The hours she cried against a pillow after she figured out what she meant to Ellie, and why he cared so much for someone who people only went to when they wanted their homework done, the only sort of socialization she had back then. But now, that didn't make her want to cry her heart away and fall asleep.
No, it
pissed her off.
[SECOND WIND ACTIVATED]
Lightning cackled across the air around the bloodied knightess and the pool of blood that formed beneath her, sparks that worked as heralds to the bolt that dropped from the skies and struck down the roots and Fiora alike. Ashes begun to rain, and her naked, battered body fell among them, some of it's wounds having closed by now, leaving only dried scarlet stains. But the tree opened scars that ran deeper than cuts and smashed bones.
Time begun to accelerate all around her. The wind blows, and her hair willows faster and faster with every second, every milisecond, every nanosecond. Her left arm spread to the side, and soon, a blue-ish construct was summoned onto her hand, one that Luthien more than anyone else would recognize it: Because it looked exactly like her bow.
Fiora awaited not an instant later to break into a dash, lightning forming out of each step that printed her barefeet on blood, and the tree sent it's last pale assault to stop her from reaching the base of it. Vines, roots, tendrils, they came from above, below, the front. The frost that still remained thanks to the blonde ranger negated some flexibility on it's last few roots left.
They were weak enough, she didn't even need anything else but mere speed to break through them. It couldn't stop her, and all sense of self-preservation had been damned right now: all she wanted was to get close, close enough.
And that she did, taking one final leap and catching one last thunder on her hands, molded into yet another familiar shape, yet the distance would be hard to make it apart as she inserted the magic missile and pulled from the bowstring, as the last chunk of EP left she was willing to sacrifice ended on the tip of that arrow...
❰ TREE BUSTER ACTIVATED! ❱
❰❰ F A L S E · A R R O W · O F · T H E · F A L L E N · U S U R P E R ❱❱
