[ when korra's eyes finally open, she's not sure how long she's been out. next to her, naga's whimpering in pain and holding her paw up, tail snapping from side to side in agitation. from their tumble down the hill korra could only assume it was a twisted ankle, something that will heal up quickly, but she has to get her bearings before she can worry about healing naga up to continue their run through the wood in order to tire lancer out.
her arm hurts; her back hurts; actually, everywhere hurts. the kind of pain that comes from blunt force trauma, not from exhaustion, is sinking down into her bones and korra hisses as she holds her arm steady at her side. the howl of pain and rage from lancer tells korra that she's only been out of it for a few seconds, but there's no time for anything else and finally panic sets into the pit of her stomach as she watches lancer burst out from the wood above the riverbank. as she watches him she feels the world slow down as recognition blooms in her mind. there's something familiar about his coloration, the way he moves; it's like he's more... spirit than human.
it's a longshot, but with the water lapping at her ankles and shifting against her boots, it's the only idea korra has. her eyes close; she centers herself with knuckles meeting in front of her chest. three steps back and she's out of the water, waiting for lancer to reach just the right spot in the river itself before her arms fan out and move in slow arcs around her. the water suddenly shifts, hums gold and lifts itself up into the air and around the servant in long, thin tendrils.
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her arm hurts; her back hurts; actually, everywhere hurts. the kind of pain that comes from blunt force trauma, not from exhaustion, is sinking down into her bones and korra hisses as she holds her arm steady at her side. the howl of pain and rage from lancer tells korra that she's only been out of it for a few seconds, but there's no time for anything else and finally panic sets into the pit of her stomach as she watches lancer burst out from the wood above the riverbank. as she watches him she feels the world slow down as recognition blooms in her mind. there's something familiar about his coloration, the way he moves; it's like he's more... spirit than human.
it's a longshot, but with the water lapping at her ankles and shifting against her boots, it's the only idea korra has. her eyes close; she centers herself with knuckles meeting in front of her chest. three steps back and she's out of the water, waiting for lancer to reach just the right spot in the river itself before her arms fan out and move in slow arcs around her. the water suddenly shifts, hums gold and lifts itself up into the air and around the servant in long, thin tendrils.
oh, spirits, she hopes this works. ]