Nimble fingers had finally managed to disable her HUD for the time being—with their UI glitched to all hell and back it had been nothing short of an unwelcome distraction, one Lúthien couldn’t afford as she became the living comms for their small party. The idea of combining her mindmeld and mindsend traits hadn’t been as wild and farfetched as the ranger initially thought and the new feat was sustained through the endless astral energies found deep within the realm of dreams—with her elven mind being the bridge that connected it to their current reality.
While her range was limited it was a quick and efficient method of communication… though it had come with an unexpected side effect. Occasional glances were stolen towards the white-haired elf whenever @Fiora wasn’t focused on her, a restlessness nestled deep within the chest of Lúthien as the fury their friend hid so well from their eyes easily drifted into the depths of her mind.
It was an emotion the girl hadn’t delved into in years, but one easily recognized as it reared its ugly head over the horizon. It quietly gnawed away at anything and everything it could reach, waiting until the time was right for it to make itself known. It made her skin prickle and the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise whenever Lúthien felt it shift, though she knew better than to point out and address the elephant in the room—not until @Ronja was back with them, and safe.
The emotions of others were also picked up as they weaved in and out of her range, though it was easier for the dreamwalker to ignore them given her lack of attachments to their owners. Each signal that blipped into her mind was instantly verified by the vigilant elf—adjusting the path of the group to avoid any unwanted encounters with enemies—as she anxiously waited for him to fall back into the range of her comms.
"He’ll get them… I’m sure of it." There was little doubt in those crimson eyes as she gazed back at @Fiora, though her faith in the hunter’s abilities did little to lessen the tightness Lúthien felt in her chest. "... we’re almost at the Nest."
A firm nod was given to @Fiora as the plan was quickly laid out one final time, crimson eyes setting on a vantage point that would keep their knightess well within her network while providing enough coverage for the elf to snipe enemies from afar. Lithe steps quickly carried Lúthien to her chosen spot, a simple { Ready. } shared through their comms as she nocked two arrows back.
The wind whispered about her, ruffling leaves before its energy gathered at her fingertips. Quietly she willed it into her arrows, watching as the steel heads of the ❰ Fallen Arrows of the Usurper ❱ crackled with static before glowing a vibrant purplish hue. For a moment all was still and quiet around them, eyes focused on the magia atop the wall of the Nest as Lúthien waited for @Fiora ’s signal—one she easily recognized as a massive boulder was suddenly flung through the air and smashed right into the very gates of the fortified checkpoint.
One deep inhale filled her lungs as Lúthien’s eyes traced the action, sirens blaring and spotlights quickly scouring the nearby areas as the inorganic opponents rushed to their positions. A piercing shot mingled with the rising cacophony, followed by another and seconds later a massive explosion that sent shockwaves rippling far and wide. She grunted, instinctively rearranging her footing and center of gravity as she lined her two shots.
There was a verdant burst at her fingertips as the arrows whizzed through the air with a speed that should’ve been impossible for any bow user to achieve. The metal tips pierced right through the synthetic flesh and mechanical carapace of her two targets, embedding themselves deep within their live targets. Hands reached for the shaft of the arrows with the intention of tugging them free, before the delayed reaction of her bolts triggered with a thunderous sound.
Purple lightning crackled outwards, the impaled arrows turned into lightning rods that strengthened the electrical currents as they arced through the air—greedily seeking out any nearby source of metal, inanimate or otherwise, and frying intricate components within any enemies unlucky enough to get caught within nature’s terrifying wrath.
Something triggered her comms then, a blip at the edge of her range behind her, and the elf tensed in response as her hand reached for two more arrows. Shit…! Her bow was nocked once more, crimson eyes searching the horizon for the enemies she could feel, before another blip entered from the side and quickly eliminated the initial intruders. A relieved sigh escaped her lips even as her mind quickly connected with that of @Cleo, extending a thanks to the player before informing them and any others that danced at the edge of her comms about the fortified structure up ahead.
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