Chapter 436: Arc 6, - 52: How Beautifully Vexing
Scuffed, breathless and fizzling with sparks—she flung herself back into the railing to avoid the green beam of energy that shot past her, roaring like a hundred car engines.
The massive beam melted the metal walkways and lasered into the cave wall. Speaking of the walkways, several were ripped, destroyed and or dangling perilously as metal strips that whipped through the air.
Jotou eyed the stalactite closer than ever and no more catwalks were above her. What was above her however, were hundreds of orange solar flares that arced and lashed towards the blonde from all around her.
She did not hesitate to lift her boots off and take a dive backwards. "WHIP-LASH!" All the flares thrashed into each other and disintegrated without a sound while Jotou plummeted.
"Tnk!" "Mgh!" "Creak..." she grabbed onto one of the lower railings and pulled her shoulder. Each finger gripped desperately, but each one was slipping off by the second as her strength was simply not enough.
The blonde instead let go and looked down. Her coat and torn attire flapped all the way down till, "Kickbolt!" Seeing an opportunity she flipped herself onto a much lower catwalk with a boosted kick.
"Bang, clang..." She rolled onto it and got back on her feet. ’If only I could fly...’ "Rejuvenate," Jotou glanced at her hand as lightning spiralled over her fingertips and formed a mini lightning bolt that struck the centre of her palm.
Her arm juddered, followed by her entire body. ’Well, I guess there’s technically a way.’ Not that she was going to attempt it now of all times.
Several cracks had shown upon the glowing pillar before her, leaving dark spots where no glow ebbed, up and down, all around—wherever a strike could be blown given her situation.
Her lower lip bled from her own accidental bite, several blonde locks hung loose from the bind of her ponytail and sweat gave her skin a shine that made hair stick to her face—she still held her sword firm in her right and wiped the blood with her left, smearing her lips in red.
A strike of thunder against that pillar would potentially cause a lot more damage of course. However, with conserving what magic she had left, she was not too fond of the idea of being completely vulnerable in the aftermath...
Panting, her eyes trailed up to watch Ceridwen drift down with a maelstrom beneath her. The spirit-mage took steps downwards in the air, aided by whirlpools of roiling green water under each foot till she met the walkway.