The shockwave. A quake controlled by Tiff -- through force of desperate will but yet controlled. Many contingencies remained inside Elysium's design but none could account a titanic shockwave. In seconds the force heaved a mild interruption of meat off her feet. Any attempt to shield her pounded into billions of shards, leaving her defenseless. Even floating Jinhai driven at speed to hurl ichor from between layers of rubble. Wen are things built to take bludgeoning forces but often things they passed through not so. Armored resilient creatures they pound through vehicles battering rams with crushing wakes. Dispassionate ichor they were Jinhai in puddles of mass made a note of Wens' locations. They'd need parts to rekindle Mankind.
Neither the WCA immune with debris and bodies mounting in the shower of death. Suffering fell from the sky like a hail of guillotines. Glass glints from every hiding spot as molten adamantium dusted sharp spares no santuaries. The force cracks even reinforced buildings of Wing City exploding glass grenades. No housing of souls left whole under that sharp shining storm. Even the resilient rescueras left like the buildings they shelter inside of.
Among a gale seeking blood one being perceives those moments of death's momentum. Where every last shard tore asunder from frames to gut the helpless. that pulse which throws free a master of wind from his place in the sky. Captain Runemold carried along with ragged gleaming scythes to batter the Jinn. Each floor with well-trained people come with him slaughtered like helpless citizens. Still his desperate eyes try to shape wind with forceful wrath away from WCA vehicles. Hard armor could survive a deadly assault from the unmerciful forces of nature. It had to cover them or more so he needed it to. Forced to watch the dutiful clutch innocents as a desperate shield of their bodies. Shrapnel, ignorant of mercy, pounds red geysers through their jetpacks. Comets of blood continued underneath them unabated.
Armor around the vehicles does manage the worst of the blows by their Captain's effort. Shrapnel skitters pale furrows into armor instead of gouts of huddling colors inside. Though lesser vehicles suffer catastrophic harm of forces that hurl them as toy cars. Even below the street issues a groan from a sheltered vehicle, Maxiumus. Thereby Dwyn also shoulders the stress of a pressure wave rocketing through earth. The mutable body flattens to absorb the stress with great pain on Dwyn's part. Most hardened psi-stone under the carapace shatters trying to absorb that force. Even that sheltered armor is not immune.
The quake stopped, if not for resonant shockwaves people could have stood up. Sheer oscillation in a quake this size liquifacts much of the underlayment. Many find themselves swallowed up in the dirt suffocating as a wall beneath them gave way. Some weren't as lucky as Dwyn to have a sturdy housing to provide air to breathe. Much of the buildings that hadn't succumbed found themselves unbalanced. The quake abated as dirt began to solidify the earth not yet enough to save the tallest. A building leaned one stable moment too far, then cracked once. Its spine broken a shadow of the shockwave hurls itself downward to carve earthen graves.
At first Tiff makes one happy breath until the power having nowhere to release cracks her shadow as well. Pent up amounts of critical raw energy that hit her entire body far more than one human soul can contain.
This is how Elysium killed if power was not released as growth upon growth until the person succumbs. This process known by the few experts in the field as Arcanus Overload. That was the danger and why Elysium was such a cruel drug. It is why it affected magic users wherever their power came from. It's essential driver removed all mental and physical restraints abilities had. With nothing to prevent power overwhelming the user or worse. It could also drive one to permanent brain damage by sheer amounts of knowledge they receive all at once. This is why to become a great mage one had to study long and hard along years not minutes or seconds. Power unrestrained all at once was always going to be dangerous. Used in conjunction with Elysium it was a death sentence of the highest order. Even intel caste gardeners in the city used to noxious drugs and chemicals were yet affected. Even they hadn't produced a true antidote. In their metabolism a mere adaption to survive it. This was after several had detonated verdigris lichen over several buildings.
Wen dispersed through the crowd looking for healthy creatures suitable to become conduits. Those in a state of panic would do little to bond with a Wen. Though the Wen limit themselves by this in their efforts knew well enough who would survive to bond. The Jinhai inside knowing full well the humankind at the center of a ley node would not survive. They had little time. Particular among the screaming masses were those with panic but direction, focus. Though Jinhai provided an animating force the Wen's motivations remained primal at best. It locked onto the first worker standing tall among others and looking up not in fear but duty.
Veronica Perlo looked into the eyes of their doom focused on radioing to her commander. As well as the massive destroyer hovering over the city. Unconcerned and looking the wrong direction to see the rumbling quadruped thumping closer. The last thud planted two huge clawed feet into shaking earth underneath her. Its chest split open into a technicolor throat a sarcophagous still undamaged. This human shaped socket a thing built to digest every potential a conduit could be. It launched into the air with an agile leap the chest-maw pounding closed over a flitting bug. The ferromass and psi-stone platemail chest hauled her out of the air into darkness.
A painful drag through ruined streets Crane felt a second echo as a shockwave rams her into pavement. Stumbling, for the moment, deaf as a stone with blood clouding her vision. Using her sword as a walking stick she kept her feet but only so long. Something was wrong. She dragged herself through a ruined storefront. Then she felt it. Heard it actually, energy was building up.
Uh oh...
Unfortunately this left innocent Tiff in poor state that distended even immutable souls. Overwhelming power grew to colossal levels that it squirmed veins below her aura. The soul attempted with futility to contain the immense forces flowing through her. Sick cracks formed in mind, soul, and body as black veins distorted her aura. Void now stretched a harsh gulf into a soul to contain a new ley node the whole of nature wished to cram itself inside.
As conduits for the will her limbs suffered most veins turgid and flesh bulging. In them screams of power desiring release forced from her soul. Even if someone tried to meet the onrush a world venting through the unfit made it impossible. The sheer force required in magic to swim upstream. All could only watch in horror as nature ruined a lithe girl into a vessel of grotesque power. Screaming, crying, begging, she wept as nature forced into her all that blood on stone created. Ranges of tragic emotions flooded a face incapable of expressing the variety. Even if the muscles there weren't swollen and useless to unrecognizable humanity.
It felt like hours, but it was seconds... nature waited for no one even as time had all the moments there ever were. An eternity needed for such a small human mind to direct such force. Nature's simple directness took as many moments of pain in her as required. Every slow moment perfect and acute even as individual muscle fibers tore. New canyons eroded in dusky flesh terrain from the rivers of pain unleashed. Veins poured out as much suffering as they could as new splits opened with suffering as their herald.
Though nature and stone knew no sense of limit the ley node they found themselves inside must suffer. She bulged distended like a growing caldera before the immortal soul gave way. Death of the immaterial poured out like the dark reflection of a fire bomb. Muscles expand to horrid lengths as flesh lost all regulation in the face of raw creative power. Veins fail to direct life and turn instead to geysers as flesh in some twisted nuclear wasteland. All while injected to her the fear of death, abject horror, and agony flooding her mind. All those contribute that watch precious ones die if not spread as red stains across stone.
Like the supervolcano she spawned her body musters one last heave. Flesh and soul gave their last then kicked her into the deeper dark few ever return from. Admantite as the bones and organs of an elder mountain rain down as the viscera on its way out of her body to meet them. Horrific smells thrown into a city redolent only to death itself thick between ash floating in a bloodied sky. Those that witness it vomit as the only sane response the mind had left to pour those images free. Others turn away to made sign of a cross or other symbols. As if there were a Diety here that chose to help and did not instead made silence.
This was not how people desired the outcome let alone those that knew of the girl. Both wanted an end of this some with her survival but few that wished for this aftermath. That the one through which this was wrought now but bloody, messy, stains on buildings and the floor. Rivulets of blood everywhere as if the ground had to suffer the cries once contained in her body. Some even added tears of their own the violence and sorrow so vented in that blood a soul's final cry.
So preoccupied by the death people did not see the pulsating globe left behind. Crackling purple energy of shocks flying out in violent gouts as it rose from the remains of Tiff.
Ten feet tall clad in white psistone a version of Veronica writ large widened ceramic eyes in horror. A soul rekindled screamed through the pale form, "IT'S GOING TO BLOW!"
The clone closest to Tiffany blew back after her shield shatters. Her eyes flew wide. A crack sounded throughout the area as her crystal composition cracked. Her right arm fell off, and her form had fracture lines throughout it. The adaptive clone had only wove the last part of the finished seal, but it had been too late. Now the magical violence leaves her to attempt to reform.
The other 4 Crystal Release clones fair better. The clone with the most chakra blows back, but is able to reform quick enough. One of the others took on attributes of an Earth Shadow Clone. Gathering up the ground around her to snake through her body. It brought that clone back together. Third and fourth clones activate their armor to survive those brutal onslaughts that assault them.
Mizuno's strongest clone groans with a voice that shakes, her eyes opening. The dim light rushes in, particles of debris and ash floating in the air before her, almost small enough and in quantity to look like smoke. Still, Something felt... wrong.
Her body sprawled out with limbs twisted in a painful manner. Blinking to gather her thoughts now knew her reformation hadn't come along with a rearrangement of limbs. Grunts follow the sound of bones cracking heard as she twisted her head back into position. 'Bones' move beneath her skin like rigid serpents. Her arms twisting around as if they lack support snapping roughly back into place.
"Ow." She murmured, rising up, and standing. Her dojutsu, with its 360 degree vision and special attributes, could see the third shockwave coming. The massive orb behind her was the most surprising thing. Mizuno turned in Tiff's last mount of power, staring at the orb, now seeing the energy that was inside of the girl. Disrupted by pure wild magic, the clones shatter into crystal the chakra returning to the primary body far away in a deep forest.
Poor Tiff broke apart from sheer pent up injury wrought by pent up magic yet cause carnage with that distended charnel. Some parts of her, namely the feet and rib cage, slung hard and far. They slam into Crane sending the woman to the still shaking ground. Turning aside Crane spat up blood from the hit and strength of its power. Pushing herself to her feet she felt the next shockwave echo coming... fast. At least until a large creature pounded its way out of a building and shook off the stone.
The Wen, thrown free by the shockwave, still executed its final order. Stand over the human and open for her. Crane, the specific one in question, saw it trundled over to the injured woman. The stocky Wen anchored itself to the earth violent violet energy behind it ignored. The Wen's chest split open once more revealing the iridescent humanoid housing inside.
Poor Tiff broke apart from sheer pent up injury wrought by pent up magic yet cause carnage with that distended charnel. Some parts of her, namely the feet and rib cage, slung hard and far. They slam into Crane sending the woman to the still shaking ground. Turning aside Crane spat up blood from the hit and strength of its power. Pushing herself to her feet she felt the next shockwave echo coming... fast. At least until a large creature pounded its way out of a building and shook off the stone.
The Wen, thrown free by the shockwave, still executed its final order. Stand over the human and open for her. Crane, the specific one in question, saw it trundled over to the injured woman. The stocky Wen anchored itself to the earth violent violet energy behind it ignored. The Wen's chest split open once more revealing the iridescent humanoid housing inside.
As Dorn and his marines stumbled out of the ruined buildings, Dorn himself receives vital feedback from his newfound psychic mind. Not only did he feel the rampancy of wild magic but knew that there would be many more explosions following it. Hand raised to his helmet but a bit scratched from the impact he contacted Imperial Guard command in the city. "Commissar come in, this is Rogal Dorn of the Imperial Fists. Order all your men and sound the evacuation. Get civilians and personal to nearby teleported homers where my ship can revive them. Those who can not send them to your bunker complexes underground. It will still be dangerous though a small chance is better than no chance at all. Emperor protect us." Dorn spoke into his combed which sent a Vox to the Commissar in charge.
Dorn felt the presence of the witch disappear, however, which left him to prepare to ride the echoes. Dangerous indeed without any structure to shelter them. "Brothers, hunker down. We have to hold strong against nature itself..." The marines soon knelt down stabbing a knife into the ground in silent kneeling prayer to the God Emperor. Dorn himself did the same. He stabbed his chainsword into the ground and knelt down in prayer.
Back at Imperial command, Commissar Ciaphas Cain had received the Vox from Rogal Dorn. Jen in return sent a world wide Imperial signal. "Attention all citizens and soldiers, this is Commissar Ciaphas Cain of the Imperium. This is not a drill, head to a designated Teliporter Homer if possible. If not head to a local guardsman outpost and head underground. This is not a drill, message repeat." The Commissar put the message on loop and sounded the sirens. Once done he leapt over of his chair where his personal aid Gunner Jurgen held open an underground hatch. It lead to the underground part of the command Center. As Cain jumped in his nose already caught his aid stepping down with him along with the closing of the hatch. Both descended down the ladder. Being stuck with surgeon was not the most pleasant experience for him, but if was a far cry from ending up dead.
Out on the streets, Guardsman motioned for civilians to evacuation zones. They had precious seconds yet they would use every last second necessary to get as many people to safety. "Everyone keep orderly! Panicking will only kill you and everyone around you! Once inside keep down and pray to the Emperor if possible." Those nearby bunkers ushered in civilians. It could have been their tomb, or would have saved them. A chance is what everyone wanted. Three hulking guardsmen crammed inside Wen gave those chances in by carrying the injured in disabled vehicles. As tall as space marines they were now pilots of things that could suffer a great deal of punishment.
For some centers, a Teliporter Homer began to beam up people aboard the strike cruiser 'Fist Of Dorn'. Either there or any other vessel prepared in orbit to receive civilians and armed personnel. Time was running short. Every life saved was another person not caught in the eventual apocalypse on the planet. Those unable to find safety, the only thing offered to them was a small prayer..."Emperor preserve us all." Many Guardsman muttered this as they were still outside safety trying to keep civilians moving.
Kinara could feel a tremendous strain in the Force around her. Something a terrible wrongness is going on in the city beneath. Yet, receiving confirmation of turbolaser use to clear debris for evacuation, she gave the order. The Seven Venator Class Star Destroyers above the city open fire on designated targets. Entire buildings vaporize by super-heated plasma forming the path to the evac zone. There gunships and transports hovered waiting for the civilians who could climb the rope ladders to do so.
The tension that swells below reached toward a climax, and the Jedi blinked, gasping before slamming her fist onto the comms. "All hands, brace!" she yelled. The droids she used to pilot her ships and transports were not the most durable of things. They had a bad habit of breaking down on the stupidest things. Still, on proper warning, they could survive even the blast of a large nuclear bomb if well covered and ready. Kinara herself grabs onto a stabilizing bar on the bridge and held on tight. Tiff's body shook it as she let out the power that so wanted such desperate escape.
The Shockwave a thing of true scale made even the entirety of the Obsidian Eagle give a drunken lurch to one side. As if she'd taken a ram by a smaller ship. The nose of the Star-Destroyer points upwards the whole thing pushed backwards a good fifty-plus meters. Finally stabilizing the shields shimmer with a sluggish recharge of density from the blast.
Kinara stood, knocked over from her standing position and onto the floor of the bridge. "Status report!" she yelled. All systems were green but the shields had taken a big hit. They weren't at full power, and as such were near a wiped out black. Dropships though while scattered by the blast were luckily undamaged by it. They return to their positions to help evacuate citizens. The Venators also affected, if only a tad, shook by gentle rocking by the force of the blast. They pause for a moment from new debris and rubble. The path blocked of the civilians trying to escape on the gunships. Blasting returned in efforts to create another, wider new path. One smooth enough for Gunships and Transports to actually be able to land. Land they did, quick to fill up with civilians before closing. They then took off for sanctuary in the Obsidian Eagle and her main hangar bay. By now Kinara was booting up every Medical Droid she could get her hands on. She assisted every facility they had in every way she could.
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Resonant arcane power gone to a swollen riot of wild magic continued to grow in power. The land itself incited to madness by a drug of singular evil. It fuels growth to sizes of a church dome and larger still. Energies loosed of the many colors the ley dance across the strange magical globe of power. All in search of any avenue of release. The ground under it creaks under strange and ineffable magics pressing with an inexpressible weight when....
Everything simply stopped......
Then it happened. The supervolcano even if distant issued a third echo. The pushing inviolable tide trampling over and through trees in its wake and speed. As it neared Wing City time seemed to slow to a crawl and silence reigned. Sounds of horrifying volume slam into the pent up dome of wild Elysium fueled magic. Such force meeting the dome sent a sound from the explosion at first nothing but a consonant tone. Then the avenue of creation inserted forced arcane creation all at once. Wild magic sparked once the bolt before thunder of bright ethereal bluish pink. Then massive energies pent up in that globe thundered at the air like a sonic boom.
As quick as the sonic boom rocked the skulls of everything with first, second, or third eyes it exploded. With such power everything within clear sight sears by magic into stone. All small things thrown aside like so much cinders and ash. Sheer force discordant magic uncontrolled topples buildings, rips up streets, and flung cars into the air. Even brief magical tornadoes that drill themselves into the ground before dying out. Somewhere near the mountain a black flame sucks up into the ley and murdered the core of those wild storms.
It took such inconceivable forces of titanic wild energy to knock Dorn and his remaining Marine brothers flat on their asses due to sheer energy pent up in the magic. It was as if a sun had exploded in the dead center of the pent up wild magic. It even pushed the bombastic leader of the WCA like a leaf before the wind. The shockwave a Jinn could weather but the sheer burning rage in wild magic cleared away any hint of clouds. A Jinn forged from man returned to what he once was. The riot of power destabilizing an ascended form returning him to humankind. The Jinhai watched and waited behind walls strong enough to take the blow of wild magic. They could tell the dangers of such an event and took cover. The leader pounded out of the sky yet in the sights of Jinhai. Each waits to pour through the riotous air to save him from impact.
Which, in a way, it was a simple thing in that of a wild storm.
Coupled with inital shockwaves of the supervolcano's third echo the wild magic's explosion increases thirty fold. Magic pours from a gaping wound cut in the arteries of Terra's body. Released from the prison of concordant stability the planet's lifeblood rushed away with a felon's fervor. It burned through and inside of everything in its path.
Everything, and everyone.
As the Wen opened up next to her but said nothing Crane looked at it confused. What the? Struggling back to her feet in that exact second might prove to be her undoing. So was the riot of energy unleashed at that exact second. Far behind her or even the Wen and a cadre of helpful souls an explosion flares. So strong that it forces her from earth with the sheer heat of the magic alone. Hurled with great rage along with the Wen through calamitous air. They pound, Crane first, dead straight through steel and cement walls a meter thick a hundreds of meters away.
Smashed through the wall into a safe the force sees no interruption to its strident punch. The strike throws them with ease out the other side while the Wen slammed into the opposing wall. Through the one its reinforced hindquarters only got most of the way through the second wall. The wash of the pent up wild magic and third echo of the shockwave corked behind it to wash past them. Crane landed back in the ruined street, where she landed reformed into broken dirt of a road. The Wen implored help looking at her through the wall like a bulldog unable to get its butt through a doggie door. It a plaintive whine much like a canine would as limited from speech as it was.
The Energies outisde the ship ran wild over shields struggling to recharge. Gentle shakes push the ship now and then but still Refugees and civilians poured in by the hundreds. Each dropship and gunship arrived and left working over time. Kinara turned towards the source of the energy and narrowed her eyes. She could feel it. The Force calls to her through that fissure through which Magic Energy poured out. It was a focal point not only magical energies but also for the Force.
Quick moments led her to a Meditation Chamber on the lower decks of the Obsidian Eagle. She sat upon the comfortable padded pedestal legs crossed and eyes closed. Quick to let herself go she fell into the embrace of the Force. Through her eyes the eyes the world seen by the eyes of the Living Force. She was able to get close to the nexus without harming herself and feel its unbridled, untapped power. This needed to soothing, like a crying child.
Taking in a deep breath she looks deeper a measured effort began a, albeit steady, affect the force from which the Magic poured forth. Altering the flow of the very Force in the area. Sweat beads all across her body as she did this; but she didn't meditate for ten hours a day multiple times per week for nothing. She
had to do this. Those with even the slightest connection to the Force would be able to sense her power. It radiates like a healing spring from the Obsidian Eagle as she meditated. The Jedi Ritual, as she would soon take to calling it, would be something she taught only to those with the patience. Those that could dedicate themselves to such rigorous meditation practices.
Her hair and even clothes began to shift and rise as she continued her work. While the change wasn't drastic it shored enough to help protect some of the weaker people around the nexus. At least to allow them to get to a safer distance, where they too could evacuate or find their own way out. Every life saved today was a win for Kinara. The sheer force of the magic, which shook and pushed many away, ebbs. Part of what was making it so violent was beginning to subside: A well-spring of Force Energy, one that Jedi and Sith alike could tap into. Kinara let out a grunt and gritted her teeth as she strained. Wrestling with it and continuing with patience to gain control over said wellspring. She lessened the effect it had on the rest of the magical energy spewing forth causing so much damage.
The effects of Kinara's efforts felt most acute on the Obsidian Eagle herself. Shaking that made many rescued civilians sick had ceased. Or had at least become so minuscule that they were not a bother to them any longer. This also aided Kinara as the vibrations threatened to interrupt her meditation. Shields began to trickle recharges again as the air around the ship shimmered. Systems strained as they attempted to get back to one hundred percent.
A man such as Ean Falcor shows only determined calm as he walks through chaotic madness in explosions and energy rushing past. Beyond seeing a slight distance in front of him it was as if there was a wall through which nothing could pass. Every step he took took him closer to the center of the blast from where the onrushing energies issued. An inexorable march though harsh and overpowering forces that contend against him. An iron willed determinator forges an insurmountable barrier as he strode through a wrathful planet's surface. Nothing can deny him from his goal at this point so incensed at once again having been too late.
In the temporary respite between aftershocks Jinhai began shuffling out of buildings. Black ichor squirmed out from between walls and through rubble. Smoky ichor then formed into small humanoid bodies to regain agency. Each ran through holes and flow through rubble to pull out chunks what was once humankind. Indiscriminate and unemphatic in their work some weaved psimass threads among cries of pain. Bags within which to ensconce bleeding masses. Others shap psistone cases to contain the broken bodies with thrones of mankind still yet undamaged. Each in consideration to be rekindled.
Past all this carried the body of Michael Runemold. Sacks of legs and arms bearing the telltale WCA mark soiled crimson. Atop shoulders crushed by rubble or severed by glass. A finer bag containing digits or bits of hand. The gleaming engagement ring of a doctor that at a cusp to start the next journey of their life. All but charnel meat sorted and organized by creatures with four grey holes for eyes. Each moves quick but with neither haste nor regard for fading life. Something in the quiet too deep told him their hands had him as well. His eyes couldn't move from the vacant stare even if they were able assuming his frame could still want to. There was but a burning cold in his chest like hoarfrost climbing through his veins. It held him down like a leaden weight anchoring his memories and soul to bloodied ground.
Earlier, diligent creatures waited for the pulse of wild magic to pass. They retrieve Runemold from falling to his doom as silent floating worms that dart from shattered buildings. Only to place him next to the screaming mouths and dead eyes of his own rescuers. They were easy to identify because of the similar armor. Some pale eyes pointed at Runemold had too much a hopeless vacancy the throne of mankind too ruinous. The heads moved into a pile unfit for rekindling and used for parts. Like so much rotten meat many eyes and skull parts dismantled with agile blades from dark-gloved fingers. Meat puzzles to reassembled by agile-fingered cloaked humanoids.
Runemold raged though his mouth didn't want to comply. The Wing City Angels came here so this didn't have to happen! Then he heard something break the silence with a thunderous crack from above like the voice of the sky. The thump of the heart in his own chest came with a tingling screams in all muscles. As well as one forceful lament that burned out from his lungs on its own. These 'Jinhai' denied him the peace of death he so much deserved for his failure to protect his own. As he turned his eyes upward both accusing and remorseful he could see they didn't understand the tears in his eyes. Repairing the fresh dead was their purpose as much as his was to prevent them from becoming such. The grey remorseless glow unmoved by all that death much less his sorrow.
A plain dusty tongue dry of all emotion came from above, "Return to the Living Emperor, Essencekind. Your task is not yet done."
Runemold sat up though every muscle protested at the true peace so recently denied. Grey stitches of airy material now held his wounds together. It took everything in him to look at his comrades bleeding beside him. He found himself in the center of row after row in a throng of ruined dreams and dead eyes. That same glinted ring caught his grieving eye a row ahead of him from another staring in horror at it. Two rings glinted at her from each hand. The Jinhai used the arm from her fiancee to rebuild her crushed appendage. The widow could only stare at them and weep.
As Crane looked towards the Wen stuck in the vault she half smiled. The motion drips blood into her right eye cleared away with a bloodied hand before going to the Wen. The poor thing was stuck. She noticed then the slithering remains of a Jinhai that tried to heal her. A tentative hand went to her sternum where Dorn had rammed his powersword through her. Not feeling any injury as even her clothing was rewoven. She dragged herself over to the Wen, the poor thing whined like a pup. It looked like a bulldog someone whacked in the face thirty or forty times with a sledge hammer to be honest.
Crane hadn't a terrible fondness of dogs, or cats, as she preferred birds for some reason. Her father had a parrot and beautiful Blue Makaw too. Yet she stood before the Wen within arms reach as the third shockwave hit her. By that point she'd taken one of the Wens paws in her slender hands and started pulling. Parts of the building above started to collapse onto them. Somehow the bits of disturbance shy away from hitting them. She first tried pulling the Wen by its two front paws, straining her back as she pulled to no avail.
A gentle touch of Crane's hand set the Wens paws back on the broken pavement. She sighed and took a deep breath, she saw then what she had blasted through. Sheer steel walls, insulated by a meter of concrete and rebar, with a sheer steel wall on the INSIDE of the vault as well. Metal and earth combined to hold something together which she blasted clean through. But a larger Wen did not.
Crane took a deep breath and nodded at the task. Stepping up to what held the Wen in place she put her hands to the steel that it shied back from her touch. Quick with her Spirit Pearls form for a moment around her and the Wen she began to part the steel and cement wall. The bank vault peeling away so the Wen could get free. With a sudden crack of power the bank vault wall crumbled from her touch and she sprang back as the Wen crawls free. The battered woman had little energy left. Now a time for blacking out the Wen was by her side ready to scoop her within for safety. The iridescent lining nothing but stars reflecting the fading sky of her mind. The Wen pulled her in though she felt little if any pain from joining with it. Now serving as a newfound brain it now carried that left it with one thing on its mind. Get to safety with all haste.
The Wen's surface perturbed and cracked as it adapted to the rider. As it lopes away at speeds a ton creature ought not be able thick white feather-shaped layers appear. A beak extrudes out of its forehead and large round eyes appear. An owlbear pounds across the landscape and through obstacles heading away. Away to a destination nameless to the Wen but known to its new mind.
