Re: The Haunted Alps ~ Ashura's Shrine
Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2024 1:48 pm
Ovan's lightning quick instincts propelled Okoye forward and into a graceful somersault that saved her from the ethereal onslaught of the invisible swordsmen, though the projectile slashes did manage to claim a lock of her hair as its prize..
She took a breath in a releif.. but her expression was vexed.. She was a step too slow to register the swordsman's lacerating strike and certainly would have been cleaved in two if not for Ovan.. This realization gnawed at her resolve and worried her into a sweat. How was she supposed to predict their movements if she couldn't see their bodies? Or their movements? Their weapons were visible, but their invisible bodies taunted her– leaving her intuition grasping at shadows. It dawned on her with painfully clarity that survival hinged on Ovan's guidance, reluctantly relegating Okoye’s role to that of support rather than assault. A misuse of her skill set in any other circumstance.. But before she could fix a response to Ovan–
“!!!”
With a quick motion, she cocked her fist to her hip from her crouching position and unloaded a well-timed haymaker intended to parry the hammer strike with her knuckles enveloped in a shell of explosive spiritual energy. The collision generated a tempest of power that marked the shrine with etchings of the impact and also drove Okoye backwards on her heels, reuniting her in proximity to Ovan and the cross shaped scar carved onto the floor.
”Good.” Okoye leaned her head over her shoulder to discuss and plan with Ovan. ”Then don't waste any time. Choose a target and get in position. I can cover you–”
She figured her blistering punch would have awarded them a moment's reprieve, but unfortunately, she neglected to account for the third constituent of the Unseen sentinels. The scythe wielder moved silently, seamlessly despite the encumbering weight of their deadly instrument. She never saw them coming.. Okoye only felt the strike. A blunt and bludgeoning force that whipped into her abdomen and launched her body barreling through the shrine. It wasn't a lethal blow, despite the resounding BOOM that trembled the air after she crashed into the wall. She suffered several broken ribs, but zero puncture wounds. The scythe wielder moved to pursue its target. Tearing through the icy chamber with otherworldly speed. They were seeking to separate them, as if they were privy to the private channel in which they spoke. The shadowy tethers trembled and clicked with every decisive attack of the spectral sentinels. Lengthening. Twisting. And binding them further to their Unseen protocols.
She took a breath in a releif.. but her expression was vexed.. She was a step too slow to register the swordsman's lacerating strike and certainly would have been cleaved in two if not for Ovan.. This realization gnawed at her resolve and worried her into a sweat. How was she supposed to predict their movements if she couldn't see their bodies? Or their movements? Their weapons were visible, but their invisible bodies taunted her– leaving her intuition grasping at shadows. It dawned on her with painfully clarity that survival hinged on Ovan's guidance, reluctantly relegating Okoye’s role to that of support rather than assault. A misuse of her skill set in any other circumstance.. But before she could fix a response to Ovan–
“!!!”
–The guardian wielding it's mighty hammer surged forward, it's fiery aura promising destruction behind its swing. Okoye's eyes honed in on the impending blow.. She could feel the heat steaming from the head of the weapon. It bore a ghastly intensity that seared her mind more than her flesh or the frosty environment.The hammer wielding guardian simply stepped forward, winding up a sideways swing with an incendiary force.
With a quick motion, she cocked her fist to her hip from her crouching position and unloaded a well-timed haymaker intended to parry the hammer strike with her knuckles enveloped in a shell of explosive spiritual energy. The collision generated a tempest of power that marked the shrine with etchings of the impact and also drove Okoye backwards on her heels, reuniting her in proximity to Ovan and the cross shaped scar carved onto the floor.
”Good.” Okoye leaned her head over her shoulder to discuss and plan with Ovan. ”Then don't waste any time. Choose a target and get in position. I can cover you–”
She figured her blistering punch would have awarded them a moment's reprieve, but unfortunately, she neglected to account for the third constituent of the Unseen sentinels. The scythe wielder moved silently, seamlessly despite the encumbering weight of their deadly instrument. She never saw them coming.. Okoye only felt the strike. A blunt and bludgeoning force that whipped into her abdomen and launched her body barreling through the shrine. It wasn't a lethal blow, despite the resounding BOOM that trembled the air after she crashed into the wall. She suffered several broken ribs, but zero puncture wounds. The scythe wielder moved to pursue its target. Tearing through the icy chamber with otherworldly speed. They were seeking to separate them, as if they were privy to the private channel in which they spoke. The shadowy tethers trembled and clicked with every decisive attack of the spectral sentinels. Lengthening. Twisting. And binding them further to their Unseen protocols.