hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
All natural elements but Earth? How the fuck did that make any sense? Flynn didn't have much time to think on it as she hit said earth to avoid being sliced in two, knees protesting with collision. She ground out an fierce expletive, scrambled back to her feet, and blew red curls from her face.
"We don't have all day, Three-Face," she hollered, voice echoing, before twirling her scythe like a baton and casting off a Quake. The ground rumbled beneath party and guardian, right on cue.