Hello Darkness- my old friend~ [Faolan & Lisle][FIN]
Jul 17, 2015 19:05:59 GMT
Post by epic-erikaphobia on Jul 17, 2015 19:05:59 GMT
It had been a long day so far, and no training the young woman had ever received prepared her for it. Currently running, her feet felt sore and her body was unusually tense. Her senses were fuzzy, only enlightening when danger was too close, allowing her access to spurts of adrenaline every now and again.
With her was a squad of 10 or so men, well armed and yet all worn to bits. Sweat and blood clung to their uniforms and skin as they ran through the streets half hazardously, following their leader.
At this point, nobody was bothered anymore, not by the occasional bodies that they stepped on or lay splayed across the pavement, not by the sound of gun shouts and screams of rage...not even the distant sound of bombs off in the quarters of the city. By now they were focused and dedicated; keeping their eyes straight ahead at all times and their ears open for order.
"TO YOUR LEFT FRANC !" came the thunderous tone of her major, making her react in an almost automatic movement, drawing her energy and creating a very fine yet firm barrier to shield her team from oncoming fire.
On this battlefield she was a tactician, responsible squad creations and support. She and her comrades were tasked with meeting at the heart of the city, breaking through it’s barriers fiercely and taking siege there. From there, they would proceed to rendezvous with others and eventually have their men spread through the city's core. Very few casualties happened in their progressive mission, and for that Lisle was proud as next to her were many of the people she held dear. But as they approached the heart, the more merciless the armed forces were, and she expected nothing less, yet she could feel their group getting smaller and smaller until it became shrunk with every few blocks, but still they had to keep pressing forward. It seemed the forces were growing weaker and more retreats were being called for.
Lisle remained focused on the mission, but couldn't help but feel the stress radiating off of her superiors. If an evac was made for them, they knew that it would be hardest for them to retreat back the way they came.
A small piece of bright light caught the corner of her eye, and she instinctively rose her hands out to cast a shielding charm, dissuading any further aerial attack but weakening her further and for a short minute, she buckled, allowing her focus to be breached if only to take a breath. Her internal thoughts were laced with fear. She wanted to go home...she wanted to be evacuated now.
She didn’t want to die here...but her slow drain of energy made it difficult to keep up at this point...and what if they made it to their destination- were they to keep it safe until reinforcements arrived? She wouldn’t be able to do it…
“Nadzieja! Hurry up and keep it moving- we have a schedule!” came the demanding voice of her superior. And just like clockwork, she shuffled her thoughts back into place, straightened up and huffed on forward...like a good little soldier.
With her was a squad of 10 or so men, well armed and yet all worn to bits. Sweat and blood clung to their uniforms and skin as they ran through the streets half hazardously, following their leader.
At this point, nobody was bothered anymore, not by the occasional bodies that they stepped on or lay splayed across the pavement, not by the sound of gun shouts and screams of rage...not even the distant sound of bombs off in the quarters of the city. By now they were focused and dedicated; keeping their eyes straight ahead at all times and their ears open for order.
"TO YOUR LEFT FRANC !" came the thunderous tone of her major, making her react in an almost automatic movement, drawing her energy and creating a very fine yet firm barrier to shield her team from oncoming fire.
On this battlefield she was a tactician, responsible squad creations and support. She and her comrades were tasked with meeting at the heart of the city, breaking through it’s barriers fiercely and taking siege there. From there, they would proceed to rendezvous with others and eventually have their men spread through the city's core. Very few casualties happened in their progressive mission, and for that Lisle was proud as next to her were many of the people she held dear. But as they approached the heart, the more merciless the armed forces were, and she expected nothing less, yet she could feel their group getting smaller and smaller until it became shrunk with every few blocks, but still they had to keep pressing forward. It seemed the forces were growing weaker and more retreats were being called for.
Lisle remained focused on the mission, but couldn't help but feel the stress radiating off of her superiors. If an evac was made for them, they knew that it would be hardest for them to retreat back the way they came.
A small piece of bright light caught the corner of her eye, and she instinctively rose her hands out to cast a shielding charm, dissuading any further aerial attack but weakening her further and for a short minute, she buckled, allowing her focus to be breached if only to take a breath. Her internal thoughts were laced with fear. She wanted to go home...she wanted to be evacuated now.
She didn’t want to die here...but her slow drain of energy made it difficult to keep up at this point...and what if they made it to their destination- were they to keep it safe until reinforcements arrived? She wouldn’t be able to do it…
“Nadzieja! Hurry up and keep it moving- we have a schedule!” came the demanding voice of her superior. And just like clockwork, she shuffled her thoughts back into place, straightened up and huffed on forward...like a good little soldier.