ONE HUNDRED NINETY-SEVEN: Flashes VIV
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While they waited for rescue in a pile of the injured and wind-vulnerable, Kon laughed and called out to their classmates at the top of his lungs. Lexi held onto him, resigned to the assault on his eardrums until Haoyu or Everly could come. Galecourse was sending her wind from the side to avoid helping the students who’d fallen in the attack on Instructor Klein from having a convenient ride back to the starting line on her gusts.
Alden’s skill was exhausted. Lexi couldn’t extend or phase Writher anymore. Class was basically over, and so were their chances of reaching the finish this evening, if they were being honest about it.
But it wasn’t the worst end to the school day. Among Kon’s bellows about Søren doing crazy things with the light, Astrid doing her part to catch their instructor by surprise, and Jupiter doing something with a tree stump to keep the adults occupied and unable to rescue their fallen comrade…there were also embarrassingly effusive praises about Writher.
“He writhed through your defenses!” Kon yelled. “That’s who Lexi Roberts is.”
Lexi’s face was hot, but he couldn’t tell Kon to shut up when Finlay was right there with him, chanting about whips and Morph Brutes who rose from the dead, too.
I suppose it’s fine for now. A lot of people were shouting their own victory cries.
“You got him, Astrid!”