The group emerged into the room, immediately met with a barrage of arrow fire. An invisible barrier covered Angie, Krax, and Cyra, who were closer to the back. James dashed through, ducking and weaving, those that did hit him deflecting off him, as if hitting a set of invisible plate armor. Suna… was Suna. She dashed forward, low to the ground, and those that were about to hit her, she either dodged or hacked away with her knife.
In the middle of the room, in the midst of the line of archers and knights, was a Geth that cut an imposing figure. Off sense alone, Suna evaluated him highly.
Suna couldn't see it, but the looks on the faces of the three adults, were shaken at best. They didn't dwell on their thoughts, but their feet were weighed down by a faint hint of despair. They knew what they were facing, and they knew the danger that encroached behind them. But, seeing Suna, so small and frail, dashing so resolutely against all odds… The image resonated with all four of them on a deep level. There was no time to reflect upon such sensations, but they certainly felt it. They felt their hopes rise, the weight on their chests lift, their expressions start to become tinged with something they had been sorely lacking lately: confidence.
"Sarn Act: Befall!"
"Previus Tanse!"
"Akh'Shava'alya!"
"Avaarem!"
All four of them spat out their chants. Disruption in the ranks of the archers. A surging fireball that soared through the air, impacting their front line. Cyra's arrows that shone green, emphatically drawn and released with satisfying twangs multiple times per second, arrows that roared to life as they soared through the air, taking many Geth lives.
James, quickened by his spell, kept up with Suna's blistering approach.
"Watch out! He ca-!"
"Sava'ctus, Pehrolyuse Embolaare."
The soft, calm chant did not escape Suna's keen ears, alarm bells rang in her head. She dove to her right. BOOM! A blast of air impacted her, her leg was in pain. It's a flesh wound! Suna rolled along the ground once, her ears still ringing madly from the explosion she narrowly escaped, halting her momentum and resuming her mad dash for the commander. She scanned the enemy front line, some parts of it faltering from Krax's barrage of spells, other parts of it preparing to intercept their approaching enemies, others focused on protecting the commander. She calculated. And dove forward, between spears and swords, shields and arrows, through tiny, tiny gaps in their line. She made it through, no doubt suffering many cuts, but still in one piece. She was glad she made it. If she was repelled, she would have to somehow dodge that explosion again.
"Embroliaare!"
Scorching flames sprouted from underneath Suna. Too slow! She dodged, her legs once again singed by the flames that were just a little too quick for her to completely avoid. She ignored her legs' complaints, forcing them to work even harder for her.
She threw a couple knives at the commander, dashing once again toward him, bridging the gap. He tilted his head and raised his forearm, covered in plate, her knife falling off with a plink. She readied her knife. The Geth drew his saber.
"Tch." She could just tell. This wasn't an easy opponent. They kept their cool and rationale, they analyzed her with their eyes, she could feel their poise. This wasn't going to be straightforward.
Still dashing, she took the initiative, entering his swinging range. Quick! She narrowly dodged a kick to the face, launching herself to her side and onto the ground. The Geth closed in, towering over her.
As he did so, Suna waited, biding her time, looking for a hint of an opening. The towering man stepped in, preparing his strike. Now! She launched herself off the ground towards him, attempting to get close enough such that his blade wouldn't be able to hit her. Her eyes and knife closed in on the man's neck.
"Kuuuuh!!" All of her air was immediately forced out of her, and then her vision darkened. She was tumbling. She was intercepted by a knee and launched by a vicious left hook that hit her square in her jaw.
Her brain rattled, she struggled just to breathe, she couldn't tell up from down as her vision grew blurry and flickered. Her body didn't need any of those things to function. She found her footing, and dashed back at the commander, a vicious heat emanating from behind her. If she didn't recover in time, she would have been reduced to ashes, but her mind didn't even bother processing and presenting this detail to Suna. All unnecessary signals in her brain were not fired.
I need to occupy this guy, long enough for the others to deal with the infantry. I can't beat this guy head on, he's too fast. This opponent was the strongest she had ever faced in her life, aided no doubt by an extensive arsenal of unknown magic spells, of which she had no interest in testing the effects of with her body.
She yelled at the top of her lungs, which were already burning and scrambling for any air they could get.
"ANGIE, ARMOR! LIGHTWEIGHT!"
She didn't have time to look at Angie, or down at her body.
"KRAX, THE LIGHTS!!"
It was a gamble. A necessary one, though.
Suna smiled. As the torch lights were all snuffed out, in quick succession. This was her playground.
Suna's ears were barely starting to recover from their impairment. She filtered out the white noise that her left ear was producing, only relying on her right ear. She referred to her mind's hastily formed visualization of the room.
"Las Vieras Noctuous!" A small field of glowing lights illuminated the pitch-black room.
"Los Ampres al Aakshiva!
So'ara!"
Just as quickly, their light was robbed from them. No one could see the sinister, emotionless smile that Suna wore on her face.
"Argh!
Su'Amptus Espigno!"
The room was filled with flashing light. An orb of lightning flashed erratically and randomly, cleansing the room in a flash of white and dunking it back in darkness at unpredictable intervals and lengths. You're just making my job easy. She felt the Geth's eyes track her.
"Fel Ampht Scor'
Su'echkt Your Ghir,
Fla'vekt Amphet Hiel
Myen Bicht Aurcht…"
She quickly wrapped up killing the last helpless Geth soldier.
"Suna! Get out of there!"
She thought about heeding James' advice, but…
Sorry, I only listen to my gut.
She dove straight for the sole, last remaining Geth.
"...Aumf Vein Bicht…" The electricity snapped and cackled, almost as if laughing at Suna.
"...Auren Bicht Dauchschen!"
She was too late. From the right hand of the commander, whose vicious, fierce, primal expression flashed sinisterly with the lightning, a deep sense of foreboding emitted. This… She jumped toward the commander. As if pulled in, by a fierce magnet, her body floated and snapped into his grasp. Clench. The commander's big, wide hand nearly grasped half of Suna's entire waist.
"Aaakgh!!" She let out a yelp.
"SUNAA!!" She heard Angie, and the others, yell her name.
"Aahaahahaaaha, Die! Wurm! Ratte!" The Geth gloated in ecstasy.
"Aaaakgghghh!!!" Suna squirmed and struggled in the man's grasp. She saw, up close, his deranged and distorted face. She was going to struggle not seeing it in her nightmares for awhile.
Waiting for a moment where the man's eyes were completely given in to the drunkenness of victory, Chop.
The onlookers struggled to make out what was happening in the flickering light.
The Geth commander also didn't really realize what was happening, either. One second she was there, the next… gone.
"Bitch!" He whipped his head around, looking left and right for the girl. As he did, he realized. His arm was gone.
His expression morphed into one of seriousness. Evidently, he felt no pain, he only wanted to locate the girl as fast as possible. But it was already far too late.
Sshhhh… The satisfying sound of a head being chopped off, rolling down the body… plap.
The body stood still, never to receive an instruction again.
"La Viera!"
Worried about Suna, and unsure of if they needed to continue combat against the fearsome foe, Krax released a light into the air, a bright one that did not fail to illuminate the entire room. There, right in the middle, a headless body, the lightning above it fading. Next to it, a head, as well as a girl. They rushed to her.
"I'm good, we have to move on-" Suna's body failed her. No, it wasn't her body, it was… her energy. That was the best way for her to put it. Some intangible part of her was failing her, she forced her limbs to move but they were sluggish. She tried to stand up, but she had no sense of balance, falling over. She was losing consciousness. Oh no. But no matter how much she told herself to stay awake, that she needed to check on Angie, keep protecting her… none of it… seemed to keep her from an all-encompassing rest… from the embrace, of darkness…