Facing Fear
The moment shatters like a mirror black as you
breathe in for the first time since the power had come to you, you breathe in the dark for it holds no terrors for you anymore and the killing cold of Arctis Tor and you make it
yours. The pain in your arms and legs is hardly a twinge, the thorns are slick with blood and so, almost without thinking, you slip off them and land lightly on the balls of your feet.
A weapon I need a weapon, you think, looking around for some jagged shard of ice.
"Here mistress," you hear Usum's voice in your mind and without needing to ask more you reach out with your right hand to your chest, where the chill is strongest.
Out of your heart, or perhaps the
place behind your heart you you pull out a blade of gleaming bronze. In it not one of the arming swords you had trained with a little when you were younger, but a hand and a half sword that is somewhere between a katana and a scimitar, its guard sharpened on one side to a wicked point and on the other coming to a sharpened hook that should by rights take off your fingers if you try to use it
as a guard. But this sword will never cut you, you know, it cannot, it is a part of you... a part of your soul maybe. The pummel flares to light, a great eye wreathed in heaatless green flame.
"How fascinating, I've never been a sword... at least I don't remember ever being one," you hear Usum, but its voice is faint and far away.
You're already running at the Scarecrow, the Fetch, as it raises its misshapen pumpkin head at you, eyes burning with false flame. That's all the opening Harry needs as he raises his hand and blasts it in the chest with a burst of soundless force. Only a step, but... that is more than you need.
Carving into the thing's left arm where its elbow should be you use the whipping of its arm to swing around and under its right claw then hook it with your guard and snap off some of its vine fingers.
"What have you done?" It sounds afraid. You enjoy that perhaps a little more than you aught, but you will feel guilty about that later.
Still
, the thing is fast and dreadfully old, all the stronger here in the place of its power.
It's not that you
don't see the kick, but that it had turned you around in a twisted parody of a dance until the only way you could get out of the way would be right into Harry
. and you do not want to risk hurting him by canon-balling right into him as he's trying to find his feet, especially not burning with the power of... Power, you do not know what else to call it.
Getting kicked in the stomach hurts, but you are reasonably sure it
should have hurt a lot more, like ruptured organs more, not like a middling soccer injury.
You hit the thing again, this time in the chest, but you notice its wounds are starting to heal. "I could pin you to the fucking wall,"
A cut to the right shoulder "I could make you scream until you don't have a voice anymore."
A stab trough where its stomach aught to be. "But I'm not going to do that because I am better than you." The final stab goes right through its right eye and then explodes with the dreadful green fire of creation and annihilation, the flash of a malignant star in Winter's heart.
1 Essence Used
You hope, you pray to God, if He is even listening to whatever you have become, that you are not lying.
"Hell's bells..." For the first time since you told him you knew about 'fun handcuffs' three years ago Harry Dresden looks at a loss for words. If you were anywhere else it would be kind of funny.
What do you say?
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OOC: Molly did not actually take damage, she soaked that because she is an exalt and can just soak lethal damage the same way mortals can soak bashing. She only spent one essence on the nimbus because she got enough hits with the first attack to not really need it and she has a an innate sense that her bullshit comes with a finite tank of gas. It helps that she was getting as much of a bonus from the cold as the Eldest Fetch was.