by Script on Fri Jan 21, 2011 6:01 pm
Fortunately for Shai, now that her globe of air, denying Sirius oxygen, was in place, she no longer had to keep an eye on him. The logical next step, from this point, was to keep an eye on the more active threat in the battle. The golem.
Shai turned her head towards the construct in time to see the boulder fly towards her. She dropped, propelling herself downwards forcefully to allow the boulder to sail over her head, and narrowing her eyes. She could feel the sand crawling across her body, and could only assume that was ... well, bad for her health. She knew that she was low on energy, that Sirius had the upper hand, and if she could not win within the next few seconds, she would not win at all. There was no honour in surrender -- especially when you could be revived by a convenient godlike being back at home base if you died trying.
With a powerful jet of air, Shai shot forwards at incredibly high speeds, whistling through the air (literally, her speed causing her to create a rather irritating whistling sound) towards Sirius. The distance was small, and it would only be moments before she had closed the gap between them, abandoning her attempts to deny him oxygen to free up the remains of her power reserves and add a minuscule but possibly vital speed boost as air rushed to fill the gap. Her polearm was thrust forwards, aimed precisely to stab into the elementalist's neck and fully charged with her entire remaining power in the form of pure lightning. If the blade didn't kill him, then the shock almost certainly would.
That being, of course, if she ever made contact. Shai's hope, vague as it was, was that her sudden change of tactic and burst of speed would shock Sirius enough for her attack to catch him off guard.
If the attack missed, and Sirius did not deploy his spike, Shai would shoot past him, only drifting to a halt a good distance away, drained and exhausted. But hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. One way, or another.