Post by Ruhe Krieger on Nov 21, 2017 5:22:35 GMT -5
Upon seeing the arrow’s power, the hollows being obliterated with sheer ease, she stopped, because then she felt a sinister presence towering over her. Turning around, what she saw next made her freeze, her bow hand loosening its grip upon seeing the terror of the Gillian staring down, a gigantic ball of red energy in it’s mouth. This was where she was going to die. She had fought, only for her to realize that this was all a futile endeavor. Gulping, she looked on to see three more of the gigantic red orbs forming. Shaking, her bow was released. There was no hope in this situation, or at least something she could do to save herself. She would not go out with a bang, but a whisper.
Yet, that seemed to not be the case in this moment as a brilliant explosion of blue fire lit across each of the gargantuan towers of Hollow. They screamed, they cried, they howled, and the flames spread. She looked out with utter awe at the blast, and then realized that the fire was coming straight for her as well. Clenching her eyes shut, sure she too would be wrapped in those flames, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself unharmed by the wrapping fires. What was this odd phenomenon that just occurred? Why was she not being harmed and dying from the flames? Another question was where did the explosion come from? Was it John Hadrian who was her savior at the moment?
No, it was not. Suddenly from the distance, a voice had called down to Ruhe Krieger. When Amalia had appeared, it was evident that the redhead was her savior. Her eyes widening, she immediately rushed forward, hugging the woman for dear life without hesitation at the moment. There was no way to express the gratitude she felt as her eyes were filling with tears of joy. She would thank a god, but apparently the God she was raised to believe in didn’t exist. “Thank you! T-Thank you for saving my life!” Of course, she didn’t know that Amalia had staged this event from happening in the first place, but she was oh so grateful for this elder Quincy’s support. She broke down to a sobbing mess in Amalia’s grasp, repeating her thanks. Her heart had been pounding less, the threat was gone, or so she would like to think.
Yet, there was still a pain inside of her. It was travelling within her veins and it hurt. It felt as if her insides were burning, spreading through the arm she was bitten, and her other arm felt that pain now. It was the poisoning from that filthy hollow. Shaking her arms, she couldn’t understand what this pain was. She didn’t know the dangers of Hollow poisoning and the reasons why Quincy preferred to use their bows to fight Hollows. Slowly, she dropped her grasp, falling onto her knees, now just about willing to believe anything and everything that Amalia had to tell her. Wiping her eyes with her cold, shaky hands, Ruhe slowly looked out at the carnage, or what would have been the carnage if the corpses of Hollows remained.
Where was Hadrian? “M-Miss...I mean Master Amalia. A-All those other people you brought. I-I think they’re all dead.” Swallowing her fear at what might be within the wooded regions, she wondered what happened to all those Soldat. Had they been consumed and slaughtered? Were there any survivors that remained? The pain hit her again, and she started to wonder what was going on. She did have a fair bite into her, but why was it feeling worse? Holding her free hand now to the bleeding wound, she grunted in pain. It hurt...it hurt badly, but it meant that she was indeed alive. She was alive, and for that she would be grateful. Her shirt now ruined, not that it mattered so much, she looked like as if she had just come out from a war field. Her face was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her clothes were covered in dirt with a mixture of her own blood. Raising her right hand, she just realized at that moment that her fingers were bleeding. They hurt now too...but likely because the adrenaline was gradually wearing off.
Yet, that seemed to not be the case in this moment as a brilliant explosion of blue fire lit across each of the gargantuan towers of Hollow. They screamed, they cried, they howled, and the flames spread. She looked out with utter awe at the blast, and then realized that the fire was coming straight for her as well. Clenching her eyes shut, sure she too would be wrapped in those flames, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself unharmed by the wrapping fires. What was this odd phenomenon that just occurred? Why was she not being harmed and dying from the flames? Another question was where did the explosion come from? Was it John Hadrian who was her savior at the moment?
No, it was not. Suddenly from the distance, a voice had called down to Ruhe Krieger. When Amalia had appeared, it was evident that the redhead was her savior. Her eyes widening, she immediately rushed forward, hugging the woman for dear life without hesitation at the moment. There was no way to express the gratitude she felt as her eyes were filling with tears of joy. She would thank a god, but apparently the God she was raised to believe in didn’t exist. “Thank you! T-Thank you for saving my life!” Of course, she didn’t know that Amalia had staged this event from happening in the first place, but she was oh so grateful for this elder Quincy’s support. She broke down to a sobbing mess in Amalia’s grasp, repeating her thanks. Her heart had been pounding less, the threat was gone, or so she would like to think.
Yet, there was still a pain inside of her. It was travelling within her veins and it hurt. It felt as if her insides were burning, spreading through the arm she was bitten, and her other arm felt that pain now. It was the poisoning from that filthy hollow. Shaking her arms, she couldn’t understand what this pain was. She didn’t know the dangers of Hollow poisoning and the reasons why Quincy preferred to use their bows to fight Hollows. Slowly, she dropped her grasp, falling onto her knees, now just about willing to believe anything and everything that Amalia had to tell her. Wiping her eyes with her cold, shaky hands, Ruhe slowly looked out at the carnage, or what would have been the carnage if the corpses of Hollows remained.
Where was Hadrian? “M-Miss...I mean Master Amalia. A-All those other people you brought. I-I think they’re all dead.” Swallowing her fear at what might be within the wooded regions, she wondered what happened to all those Soldat. Had they been consumed and slaughtered? Were there any survivors that remained? The pain hit her again, and she started to wonder what was going on. She did have a fair bite into her, but why was it feeling worse? Holding her free hand now to the bleeding wound, she grunted in pain. It hurt...it hurt badly, but it meant that she was indeed alive. She was alive, and for that she would be grateful. Her shirt now ruined, not that it mattered so much, she looked like as if she had just come out from a war field. Her face was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her clothes were covered in dirt with a mixture of her own blood. Raising her right hand, she just realized at that moment that her fingers were bleeding. They hurt now too...but likely because the adrenaline was gradually wearing off.