“Let’s go, Fi!”
“Oi! Are you fuckin’ deaf? Time to go-.”
“Molly’s gone. I feel it. I really do. She was one of us and it blows like a dead whale, but we have to go!”
“Mourning’s a luxury! Move!”
“Robin Stark of Ne’hear, I am going to find your sister, I am going to jam the biggest Ether missile I can conjure down her soul anus first, and then I’m going to do everything in my power to botch that initiation so hard Emea itself sticks her in its proverbial teeth so help me dark gods of Rhakros-”
“There is at least one Abrogator on the way. At least fuckin’ one in this breed of cat puke garbage of a situation. Do you know what a shield maiden does, Fi? It dips your cock into the raging cunt that is pure, unadulterated nullification and fucks you until you can’t feel your magical legs. So MOVE! FUCKIN’ MOVE, YOU DONKEY OR YOU’RE GONNA GET FUCKED.”
“I. Said. Cuntin. Move. YOU MORONIC HALFWIT. MOLLY’S DONE, YOU’RE NOT. MOOOOOOOVE-”
“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT. No, no, wait, no. Fuckin’ stop. OI!”
“No, no, no, fuck you no, you utter and complete cunt, you’re going to get us all fuckin’ killed!”
“FINNEGAN CIAN O’CONNOR!”
Zipper barely -just barely- got her gloves off to form the Absorption field in front of her, parting her violent share of the fire and the earth and the wind and the maelstrom of raging Defiance sent her way. Even with her innate resistance to the fiery heat courtesy of the fire quality in her Palette, even with the absorption field taking the brunt of the damage, severing the power that drove the elements forth, the air singed with the blazing power of rage made manifest. The Absorption field held strong… but far less steadily than she imagined it to be.
He was a baby mage. He shouldn’t, couldn’t, be capable of this kind of brute force. Stark must have botched the initiation up somehow, fudged his ether-
Stark could wait. Oh, Stark would get it, but Stark could wait. What mercies she would inflict on him would be legendary even in hell, but he was not the priority right now. The poison that may or may not have been real, getting out in one piece, killing all witnesses to Finn’s-
All difficult, time-consuming tasks on their own. Together? Impossible.
The smoke and carnage clouded her eyes and the raw volatility of that vicious showcase of Defiance clouded her Ether sense, reaching out and only tasting Defiance, Defiance, Defiance in the air around her. She reached out for Finn, unseen, who was strangely quiet in the moment. Did she dare to even Absorb him? He must have spent an untold amount of Ether just for that blast, taking anymore from him would kill him-
She sensed the incoming field a trill before it hit Finn.
Abrogator. The shield whore cometh.
She looked at the one type of sorcerer that could consistently take down nearly every other breed of magic, and she decided that, at the moment, she didn’t care. The field passed to her even as she readied herself.
Her Absorption had never been powerful enough to give Torvyn pause before in their little ‘disciplinary sessions’, but that was an era ago, in a time when Nero was just a few blocks away and before Robin skirted into her life and made her feel just that little bit special… right before he raped his scatterbrained, delusional, inconsistent excuse of a Spark into her baby brother.
Her dying mess of a baby brother.
She was stronger now. She had to be.
She reached out with her hands and fought the field with her own, leveraging every bit of her might onto it. It was nothing like drawing the other magics in - they were fluid, malleable, readily taken in and thrown out like cheap garbage. Abrogation, in contrast, was a brick wall that stood tall against her efforts. Where fluid flowed, the brick wall chipped.
Slowly. Too slowly. She doubled her efforts.
And then she was winning, she was pushing him back, the field gave her up… only for her to realize that it was less her doing and more the Abrogator pushing his power back to Finn-
No Absorption prepared her for the implosion. The blast picked her up like a little girl and sent her skidding down the hall. She tried to seat up, groggy, failed, tried again, pushing her way up to her legs. There was a haze in her brain that told her she had slammed into something particularly hard, and her vision.
“Fi!” She shouted, trying again. “Let’s go!”