ash and dust // mina & zach
The air tasted like ash. Dust and dirt clogged Zach’s throat while smoke stung his eyes. This time he wasn’t using kitchen odds and ends to create cover for their attack. No, now it was the real deal that he pushed outward to eat up the ground around his enemies. A little confusion before he sent shrapnel spinning on small cyclones to tear into anyone still standing. He rushed past the blood and screaming--gurgling--dying; these were the people that’d taken Natalie, twice, and Rachel and Ivan. The numbness was still there, protective and insulating when he pushed a gust out in front of him, slamming a woman into a building. Her head hit with a wet sound. Down, the thought was cold; her head lolled. Dead, he corrected and kept moving.
The winds around him died down and he ducked into the shadow of another building. Pulling the scarf off his face, he gulped down air. His power was coming easier, but not without cost. Exhaling, he left the scarf down and stepped back out into the street. It didn’t take him long before he caught sight of another figure in the corner of his eye. Wind wrapped around his right hand, whipping into a small hurricane as he made a fist. Just a second, he needed the right angle and then he could--”Mina?” The burgeoning gust died and he dropped his hand, rushing closer to her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” The words came out unchecked. Looking her over, he frowned. Well, in for a penny and all. “Are you all right?”
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