Snippet #2713772

There was not quite a silence before the storm, yet a quiet in the group settled as people seemed to consider whether a retreat would be necessary. Aurel was ready for anything– she thought– at least ready to escape the rising dust trying to make its way into her chest with each breath, or advance on their enemies should the commander demand it.

She was not ready for Victor to come crashing down on Alexei's shield alongside a good portion of the roof, and yelped as she jumped away from some of the rubble. She thought to say something but Victor was already moving towards the cannon, so that all she managed to say was more a bark of surprised laughter as Zeke and Viktoryia charged forward. She looked to Valoel, quite certain what her next words would be but wanting to make sure, and then the barrier was gone and the battle officially renewed.

Tired, choking on dust and rubble, Aurel summoned the last of her strength to aid with the push. Her elongated limbs acquired an eerie balanced as she launched forward, dodging a flying bullet, supporting herself on the ground for a moment as she redirected her route, then jumped. For the short while she was in the air, she picked three enemies scrambling to get a good aim before she landed. One raised his gun just too late, as her leg descended and kicked it out of his hands.

The other leg landed as Aurel swung in a inhuman manner– more like a doll than a person. The unarmed man received a kick to the face, and Aurel's knuckles hit the ground, her body twisted, then untwisted like an animated glitch until she was standing on her feet again, swords swinging rapidly. The three men fell and she dove for cover.