[ Akua's a wizard, and long range is what she's good at. Now that she's seen that thing shoot projectiles, there's a shield up to stop all of them, thankfully, because they move faster than even Indrani or the Hawk's arrows -- it was closer to some of the armaments that Pickler would have designed, but the moment he throws the gun, Akua can feel her time sifting out.
Is he going to kill her? No, she thinks not. She'd just had his help. Is it because she is Meridian? Possibly, but had he truly thought that she was just missing?
Her brain has no time to come up with answers. He threw the gun, and it bounced off her shield, and she's dropping it to finish the last of her spell as he gets in close. The crows wings flap in his face as she caws with something unearthly -- Komena was always violent -- but he moved faster, and Akua's spell has no place to go, although she looks at him with a furious stare.
He'll see, in her shard -- a vision of her so similar to just now. In a castle, a memory to take, something that is integral to her core. Even from here, outside of the memory, it feels... Sad. Shamed. ]
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Is he going to kill her? No, she thinks not. She'd just had his help. Is it because she is Meridian? Possibly, but had he truly thought that she was just missing?
Her brain has no time to come up with answers. He threw the gun, and it bounced off her shield, and she's dropping it to finish the last of her spell as he gets in close. The crows wings flap in his face as she caws with something unearthly -- Komena was always violent -- but he moved faster, and Akua's spell has no place to go, although she looks at him with a furious stare.
He'll see, in her shard -- a vision of her so similar to just now. In a castle, a memory to take, something that is integral to her core. Even from here, outside of the memory, it feels... Sad. Shamed. ]