It’s still a lot to take in, and while Mary begins to wonder how her legs aren’t BURNING yet; she figures she owes less thanks to her body, and more to the adrenaline shooting through her like crazy. It’s probably… The longest, the farthest she has ever run.
She hardly thought she’d ever be put in such a situation, but it is what it is. At least she’s not alone anymore. Her gaze shifts to watch Meredy, in what she might guess is… Anxiety? Rightfully so. Mary herself is surprised she has been this calm, her worrier-fits aside. But that is more than likely the panic manifesting in calmness. She’s sure she’ll have sleepless nights once it’s over, if she lives.
No. No, she will live. She has to live.
The area is clear of enemy soldiers, for now, but she can hear the fighting, kilometres away. It’s like a cheer, and steel clashing, and the electric sound of magic, all at once. It’s deafening, when she focuses on it.
The witch closes her eyes for a moment, first to focus on the sounds, then to tune them out. She glances back at Meredy, and shakes her head. ❝No… I will stick with you. At least while it’s best for us both.❞ She doesn’t bother asking ‘if you’re okay with that’ - because otherwise, Meredy would not be asking, she would only be bidding her farewell.
Mary looks up at the sky, squinting at the ship about to fly past, and thinks back.
What was the furthest Virus could reach now?
She hadn’t exactly been paying attention━carefully calculating the approximate range of her spell as the soldiers fell, upon being hit by the pangs of Virus━but she had realized one thing then, though she did not start mulling it over until now.
Her range… Had increased. Significantly. The sonic boom-like effect of her magic manifesting took them out the way a wave might. Over the span of two-and-a-half seconds, all the soldier around her had dropped, writhing, shuddering. However, Mary had not been alone in such a condensed, large group of soldiers. There had been other mages present, and though Mary lifted the spell almost as soon as it hit ( to preserve magic, because that had been a surprisingly huge wave, and she can’t afford fatigue ). Since then, she had not encountered a group of terrorists so large.
Her old range was approximately twenty-five meters, and that one a few hours ago… That had to be about another ten, at least. And that was her rough estimate…
❝No, I’m sad to say I don’t know shit about ships, at least not the mechanics of them… But I can reach… Thirty-five meters. Rounded down, anyway.❞ The witch tilts her head. ❝They’re just about an arms reach too far, I think… But if you can manage to damage the, uh… What is that, the engine?❞ Mary smirks, giggles━all the signs that she’s about to make a very inappropriate comment.
❝’Could do without Era, though… Who needs ‘em? ━I’m kidding. No, I’m not. But seriously, try to hit it if you don’t want that thing to advance.❞
a grim expression crossed meredy’s face as she nodded slowly. her, ah, opinion on era and the council that resided in pretty, gorgeous ( according to stories of others ) new buildings was a complicated thing, but she was was the lucky one ------ too young, much too young to have gained much notoriety when grimoire heart had been in its prime and too smart when it had fallen. if the council did know of her ( which they likely did, she did not think that crime sorciere had evaded their notice ), they might have chosen not to bother with her unless she did something so glaringly obvious that they had to step in. and meredy, well, she had learnt to keep her head low and stay out of sight. good children, after all, were neither heard nor seen.
nevermind that, now. she looked at the ship above her head as she held a hand out to the other, a quiet offering, there was another offering, too --- her wrists were both bare, thus far. she could still share someone’s burden, could still shoulder half the load, but that was an offer she had never been good at voicing. it was such a heavy thing to say, after all that had happened.
‘ ‘ ah, it was worth a try, i guess, ’ ’ she said with a shrug. ‘ ‘ we can get a bit closer to the ships, i’ll try to get the engine. ’ ’
that would be easier if her blades were longer, if they were lances or spears instead of swords. she tugged on the magic that the almost crimson blade consisted of as she moved, tried to pull on it --- make it longer, make it sharper. her blades were not meant to cut through materia, they were meant to do internal damage. well, she thought, that was her intention, in a matter of speaking. machines or people, neither did that well when their core structures were damaged.
throwing a last glance at the indeed somewhat longer, much sharper appearing red blade, meredy took a hold of mary’s upper arm to pull her along as she made for the nearest hill. time was of the essence and, as always, not her domain. ‘ ‘ all right --- so, my range with this should be sufficient to reach the ship, ’ ’ she continued as she sought for a weakness in the structure. she had, for a part of her youth, grown up on an airship. this one might look nothing like grimoire heart’s, but there had to be similarities she could exploit. ‘ ‘ i can make a lot of blades and ideally, i’ll hit something vital. ’ ’
the years alone had taught her mercy, but there was little sense in this, now, nor was this the time or place. this was war, and if need be, in the name of her homeland and its civilians, she would forge more blades --- swords, daggers, lances --- than any blacksmith of legend. even if it meant to run herself ragged. there was something she owed to fiore, whether she liked to think about it or not.
around them, the air started to glow omniously as she draw more and more blades from her will, each casting a red glare. ‘ ‘ as soon as you can see the pilot or any other potential threats, hit them with your magic . . . or grab one of the blades, they shouldn’t harm you. just stay safe, ’ ’ she added forcefully as she found what she had been looking for: the turbines. muttering curses under her breath before she reached for her first blade, the one she had crafted perhaps most carefully, she used her magic to send it towards her target.
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