spiritseerlansuin:
She dodged the initial salvo, and with her power, grabbed one of her enemies and used them as a living shield against the incoming attack. However, as they did not use armour, soon that proved insuficient and her body was hit on the shoulder by a shot, and soon again on her stomach. Enough to break her concentration on the shadows she wove, and revealing her figure to all. Standing tall, mask blank, and with robes decorated with runes that the inquisitor could identify as being of eldar origin. She threw her shield away and instead charged against one of her shooter, spinning through the shots weightlessly like a dance, her witch staff crackling with energy. The hit crushed the cultist, but 3 other las-shots hit her on the back, making her falter. There was only so much her armour could take.
In her mind, she could only think of two things. That she couldn’t afford to die, not only for her sake, but for her kin’s souls as her duty demanded, and that she really wished her vacation could have stayed relaxing and calm.
“So are we gonna do something or just watch it get overwhelmed?” King asked. His fingers twitched, and Radcliffe could tell he was anxious to throw their cover, not for the Eldar’s sake, but simple to start bloodletting in the Emperor’s name and do what they had come here for.
“Cover your ears.” Radcliffe pulled off his hood and shouted at the top of his lungs. “Kneel!” The word echoed off the cavern walls, filled with a large portion of the Inquisitor’s willpower. Caught unprepared, the majority of the cultists had no choice but to obey, dropping to a knee in a single stupefied motion. Radcliffe was a powerful psyker by human standards, and though his mental prowess might still be considered clumsy and unrefined by a member of the Aeldari, there was still enough impetus behind his Will to make her falter. “Move quickly,” Radcliffe said, already vaulting towards the stones. “They’ll recover soon enough.”
“Fekking finally.” Danforth threw his hood off and shed his coat, revealing a stubber concealed against his body. He brought the machine gun up and racked the belt. Then he squeezed the trigger and hosed the nearest cluster of kneeling cultists with gunfire.
Unexpected allies and momentary respite. If not for the burning wound on her back she'd smile, even with her knees feeling weak.
That pause was enough for her to gather the souls of the recently killed cultists, glow flowing from their corpses to her, and use their power, vitality seemingly returning to her, enough even for her to weave her power through another rune.
She began to sprint, like an old picture movie skipping frames, her already superior agility enhanced by her power, her with staff increasingly glowing and crackling as the shells of the machine gun and the bodies of the cultists hit the floor in seemingly slow motion to her, their deaths, too, fuelling her might. Two cultists who stand in her way are turned to dust by blows of her staff
Though the inquisitor was nearer the stones, both of the arrive at the same time, LanSuin seemingly non-hostile towards him by the lack of trying-to-hit-you-with-my-overcharged-witch-staff. She extends her hand towards the stones and calls them to her.
"Thank you for you aid", she whispers to the inquisitor, something somewhat odd considering the hectic situation surrounding them.