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Thinking in a logical manner had never been her strong suit, but even Sariel was beginning to realize that the cause was hopeless. As she laid there on the edge of the roof, staring at the ground, she pondered options. Elves were not given wings, so she could not fly. Jumping would be death. Running back inside would mean getting caught before she reached the front door. There really was nowhere to go except back into her cell, no matter what she did. Especially if she wanted to escape with her new friend. Trying to get both of them out the front door would be even harder.
As she thought of him, she turned her head to see where he was. Just as her eyes found him, he smiled at her. She blinked in surprise, watching as he took a fist to the belly and flew across the drenched rooftop. The sickening crunch would have made her laugh if she wasn't so damn furious. How dare he hit her friend?! She sat up, a scowl on her face. There was no way she could win a fight head on!
Except..
She was outside. Realization dawned. The voice in her head was cackling with glee, and she felt herself smiling in response. Here they were, outside, and she had missed the afternoon medicine dose. It was perfect. She got up and ran over to the two-headed freakshow, standing between him and her new friend. There was no way she was going to let him be attacked again. Instead, she drew her hands up and gestured as though she was throwing something at him.
For a moment, nothing happened. She waited, grinning in satisfaction as vines quickly slithered over the roof and curled up his body. They lashed from all directions, grabbing at his arms and throats, trying to force him to topple and be completely encased. The vines were crawling up the sides of the building, causing a bit of a panic inside for patients who could see them writhing against the windows.
"Back to the hells with you!" she giggled, clearly confident that she had beat him - or was it them? Either way, the ugly beast was down, and she had won.
No idiot messes with my friend and gets away with it.
Damn right.
As she thought of him, she turned her head to see where he was. Just as her eyes found him, he smiled at her. She blinked in surprise, watching as he took a fist to the belly and flew across the drenched rooftop. The sickening crunch would have made her laugh if she wasn't so damn furious. How dare he hit her friend?! She sat up, a scowl on her face. There was no way she could win a fight head on!
Except..
She was outside. Realization dawned. The voice in her head was cackling with glee, and she felt herself smiling in response. Here they were, outside, and she had missed the afternoon medicine dose. It was perfect. She got up and ran over to the two-headed freakshow, standing between him and her new friend. There was no way she was going to let him be attacked again. Instead, she drew her hands up and gestured as though she was throwing something at him.
For a moment, nothing happened. She waited, grinning in satisfaction as vines quickly slithered over the roof and curled up his body. They lashed from all directions, grabbing at his arms and throats, trying to force him to topple and be completely encased. The vines were crawling up the sides of the building, causing a bit of a panic inside for patients who could see them writhing against the windows.
"Back to the hells with you!" she giggled, clearly confident that she had beat him - or was it them? Either way, the ugly beast was down, and she had won.
No idiot messes with my friend and gets away with it.
Damn right.