@engineeress ﴾ isola event::overlay::pt2 ﴿
The water whip felt right in her hands, right in that her mind calmed as her body moved, each stance as easy as the last. Her arms and legs shifting and landing with practiced ease, but the fight here was different enough that she wasn't sure of her efficacy. The whip swung around her body, connecting to a grotesque goblin or two and slinging them back into the hoard. She wasn't sure that she was even making a dent in their numbers, but stopping now could be disastrous, stopping now would allow them to regroup and refortify their attack. No, Katara wiped the sweat from her brow and added that to the water she was already wielding. Any extra was a plus after all, but she didn't know that it would be enough.
Katara sighed, taking a moment to her own recuperation before she pushed again, trying to gain more ground for herself, more ground to better bend her element, but that same ground was breaking underneath her, breaking and threatening to fall out. Those goblins must have sensed it, for their attack halted, waned and as the sound of sliding earth and concrete filled the teen's ears, she saw them turn and run, but Katara couldn't run. There wasn't any time for her to have made her own retreat. Instead, she braced herself, trying to keep her balance as ground and earth fell out underneath her and sent her falling down a few stories, and it was nothing more than luck, a tolerance for pain, and the balance needed to perform bending itself that kept Katara safe and conscious. Her landing, however, could have been softer. As she landed, more and more debris chased after her, landing around her and some hitting her. The jagged rocks and concrete slabs smacking against her legs and back. Katara winced and toppled over herself, her hands catching herself against more rock and rubble, broken glass and broken steel. It dug into her, ripped into her hands and ripped into her flesh. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming, to keep her voice low so that she might not bring on any unwanted attention from any more goblins or monsters or hostile humans. She tended to be more careful about those these days, but the sting on her palms was really testing it. Sweat seeped into them and all Katara could do was take a deep breath. Count to ten slowly, one number right after the other, each with a moment's pause in between.
Her bearings now about her, Katara willed her water, lost during the fall, to come to her, pulled it with all her might to her hands and it was like instant relief. The water enveloped her hands and wounds and she could feel the familiar healing of them as it swirled around her palms and digits. She sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders and the world fading as pain subsided. When she opened her eyes, she saw she was not alone.
"Oh..." She stood but kept her water about. "I didn't... see you there."