@taneleertivanthecollector
Magic was a goddamn pain in Sara’s ass. Even as she cut one of the bizarre, animated, clay people in half, another two jumped her. The Witcblade produced bladed appendages from her shoulders, slicing them apart and letting her sprint toward the chanting figure. Fifteen dead already that she knew of. What else would this freak do if she didn’t end this now.
No time for an arrest.
Raising her arm, Sara struck just as the figure turned and threw out an arm, enveloping her in a blinding flash of light.
For a moment Sara was weightless, a disorientating second of stepping into nothing. Then she emerged back into the corporeal, into the pull of gravity, and took two stumbling steps straight into a table, her blade arm burying in the surface.
“Fuck.” Ripping the weapon free, the Witchblade retracted into a claw as she cast about, trying to figure out where the fuck she had just been sent.
