[Just as Gen and Amos had designed with their sneaky, coordinated attack, it took Hayame and Dimitri time to wrest their weights from the earth that had been turned to mud as gravity pressed down unnaturally heavily on their bodies. The further away Amos flew the less hold his magic had, and Hayame cursed herself for not sensing their approach even if perhaps few could have, for not using that damned counter spell she had forced herself to learn-
But the moment they are out, they are in pursuit. There is a moment when Hayame almost offers the other warrior her back for the sake of speed... but she had her pride (and her deep-seated feartraumahorror about being ridden). It rages against her burning need for victory, for revenge, but with Amos and Gen already out of sight... pride wins, when there is no guarantee her disgrace would catch them up. She spurs Dimitri on as fast as he was capable on his own feet and pulls out ahead of him on a leg that he had healed, galloping up the "ridge" of a sloping layer of bricks around a neglected garden patch to get a better view-
And catch sight from a distance of the latter half of Set's "battle" against the two who had robbed them. Set screaming, a centipede writhing, Gen screaming something back, earth moving, the strange rifle cracking on bone, Amos being dragged away, the prism they had won back in Meridian hands, that half-crazed look and touch over the defeated Zenith... and then Set is gone, sand on the wind, and the two warriors who had received his divine blessing are left watching from above, slightly victorious, slightly stunned, slightly satisfied, slightly concerned.
But that leaves the issue of the prism. Rather, the issue of the prism in Set's hands. They might have been too far away to hear the words exchanged below, but from what they could see and sense, as much as she wanted simply to congratulate the god on his victory...
Making use of the same spell that had enabled them to find the damned thing in the first place, Hayame reverently (uncomfortably) places her hand on the ground beneath them to commune with nature. Her brow furrows in concentration until... there. Informing Dimitri, they are off again, she reaches out without solid words in Communion just as proof of their presence, their imminent arrival, not willing to startle a man as dangerous as a war god could be, calm or not...
Until they come across the clearing where Set has taken form once more.]
the Meridian break off
But the moment they are out, they are in pursuit. There is a moment when Hayame almost offers the other warrior her back for the sake of speed... but she had her pride (and her deep-seated feartraumahorror about being ridden). It rages against her burning need for victory, for revenge, but with Amos and Gen already out of sight... pride wins, when there is no guarantee her disgrace would catch them up. She spurs Dimitri on as fast as he was capable on his own feet and pulls out ahead of him on a leg that he had healed, galloping up the "ridge" of a sloping layer of bricks around a neglected garden patch to get a better view-
And catch sight from a distance of the latter half of Set's "battle" against the two who had robbed them. Set screaming, a centipede writhing, Gen screaming something back, earth moving, the strange rifle cracking on bone, Amos being dragged away, the prism they had won back in Meridian hands, that half-crazed look and touch over the defeated Zenith... and then Set is gone, sand on the wind, and the two warriors who had received his divine blessing are left watching from above, slightly victorious, slightly stunned, slightly satisfied, slightly concerned.
But that leaves the issue of the prism. Rather, the issue of the prism in Set's hands. They might have been too far away to hear the words exchanged below, but from what they could see and sense, as much as she wanted simply to congratulate the god on his victory...
Making use of the same spell that had enabled them to find the damned thing in the first place, Hayame reverently (uncomfortably) places her hand on the ground beneath them to commune with nature. Her brow furrows in concentration until... there. Informing Dimitri, they are off again, she reaches out without solid words in Communion just as proof of their presence, their imminent arrival, not willing to startle a man as dangerous as a war god could be, calm or not...
Until they come across the clearing where Set has taken form once more.]