Snippet #2656798

A full on gifted warzone was intense.

The contrast made the transition even more jarring than it otherwise might have been.

Gunfire. Explosions. Shouting. Screaming. The red glow of fireballs whizzing past leaving gold ember trails in the air. You concentrated large numbers of earth shatterng powers into a single location and the result was a maelstrom of destruction not far off Ragnarök. Was times like that that she missed having her mjolnir pendant nearby. You felt a little better running into that when there was a god fighting your corner.

Still, every the dutiful warrior, Kora had rushed into the chaos without a second thought, boots skidding on the melted asphalt of an ancient road as she charged towards the grey flag of the Liberty outpost with a scream of primal rage and-


She was somewhere else.

Somewhere not far back from the centre of the arena area, sprawled on the warm stone, Knights' banner slung over one shoulder, was a very tall, ginger-haired woman in her twenties, uniform singed and scuffed in places from battle. She was evidently not a stranger to it. Her face and visible arms were littered with scars, and her hands were darkened by partially healed burns. A patch, bearing the horse-head of a knight chess piece before a gold sun, was embroidered onto the from of her top, above the name
'K. Norrevinter'.

Knight Kora Norrevinter to be exact, Knight of the Kingdom of Erubesco. Culmination of one hundred generations of selective breeding for war. Heir to one of the oldest living gifted lines in the world.

And when Kora woke up, she woke up angry.

Without any warning, the woman was on her feet, rising with a cry of:
"Sneaky little Liberty motherfuckers!"

She wheeled round, and as she did her hands, clenched at her sides, became engulfed in a glow of intense heat.
"I don't know what your game is you algae-eating freaks but I'm not playing it! You think your city got fucked up before, just wait until I'm done with it!"