Broken Webs and Tangled Ways
You leap into the fray kicking off in the sound of snapping roots. Thomas seems to have had the same idea and he is a lot more graceful at it, you cannot help but notice. Still you have more than enough control to land point first into the guts of a spider-thing. So of course it screams with a human voice in agony, because fairies are gross that way and Disney has been lying to you your whole life.
Lost 1 Essence
Thankfully you have plenty of things to vent...
The first spider spews out its guts on the ground in a puddle noxious secretions
Your anger...
The second you blind with a slash across the eyes and send scurrying into the dark
On.
The third you dive under and kill by slashing open its abdomen again only to rise up and use an an ad hoc shield against one of its fellows before driving the point of your sword between its mandibles
That is when you notice there seem to be a lot more than five spiders around, specially when you bound the pair burning from flames that hiss against the ever thickening snow.
"Watch out!" you hear Thomas just an instant too late as a mass of legs and fags falls on you from behind. for the first time since you took Usum's deal you feel the hot bite of pain, in your calf just under the knee
You take 1 Lethal Damage
Carving your way out of a spider when it is trying to bury you with its bulk is gross, though at least their insides do not seem to be poison and you get out just in time to return the favor to Thomas since one of the things had climbed a dead tree he was using to cover his back and was about to strike down at him.
"Up!" you shout, and then maybe a little crazy with the rush of the fight. "Boost me!" Now you had seen people do this stuff at the Ballet, your sister Hope was crazy about ballerinas... but they had to practice this stuff.
"Practice is for mortals," you hear Usum whisper in your mind as you jump onto his left hand and then launch upwards into the tree by the force of your momentum and his strength. The sneaky spider was apparently not expecting to have its head sliced from its thorax... or was it abdomen. One of those things anyway. After riding the headless spider corpse to the ground with a satisfying crunch you realize that is was an awful lot more light here than it had been a moment ago and this time it wasn't your fault.
A boy or maybe a man with coppery hair, cut to shoulder length, framing an open cheerful face stands there, shining like the sun in summer. For an instant you feel sad at the sight, though you cannot tell why, he is obviously
not on the side of the spiders as evidenced by the one he had somehow neatly bisected which was more strength than either Thomas or you could manage.
Harry looks at once relieved and kind of annoyed to see him while Mom looks suspicious and covered in spider guts, but otherwise fine. Given that the newcomer is not flinching from her armor or sword you guess he isn't fey, but his clothes sure did not come out ofany mortal shop, a mortal herald maybe.
You feel like you should introduce yourself, but being covered in bug guts does rather dampen the prospect of speaking to handsome strangers. Fortunately he is not paying much attention to you and he just waves Harry and oddly enough mother though. "So is our debt fulfilled lady Carpenter."
So you go along with the others, your stomach twisting a little as you tip over from the landscape of wintry desolation into what looks like a movie theater that had seen better days... thirty years ago or so. As strange a place as you would expect to find a one of the mighty of Summer, and mighty she is indeed.
The woman before you on the worn out seats is beautiful, but not as you would think of a person as beautiful, she is like blue skies and quick warm rains, like the sun without shadows when summer is still young and untroubled. Yet the face that is framed in that moon-silver hair is still marked with lines of strain and weariness... and as soon as she lays eyes on you fear.
"What... who are you?" She cuts herself off. "Wait, don't answer that. You're not of Winter are you. You feel cold but not like them."
That is when you notice that Harry's breath was still steaming from looming protectively over you. Before he can say anything your mother cuts in. "She is my daughter. We can deal with the rest now that she is free."
You open your mouth, yet you do not know what to say. That you do not think the power can be given up while you live? That you are not sure you would even want that even if you could?
What do you do?
[] Try to talk to the fey woman, she might know something, even if you do have to pay her it
-[] Write in stunt
[] Talk to your mother about the deal you made and what it means
-[] Write in stunt
[] Wait, watch and question, it is rare to have so many interesting people in sight
-[] Write in how to use the Crown of Eyes on the situation
[] Write in
OOC: And what is what it looks like when a max melee exalted with excellence, extra dice and a difficulty reduction cuts loose. Thomas helped keep you from being overwhelmed and Harry's fire cleaned up quite a few of them. Charity and Murphy did OK, but they are still mortals with broadly mortal ways of doing damage other than the cold iron. 
