Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Ash/Liyal/Merri/Aspel/Drake/Ari/Nate(?)
The monsters continued and the rumbling, the rush of water coming towards them offered little time to react, but magically, somehow, Apsel managed. There was little Aspel could do against a tidal wave, which, thank Faram, she had seen coming, or perhaps the smith should thank the boy who had made a ruckus in attempts to draw her attention to it. He was too far away for her to do anything for, but instead, she could do something for the dancer. A sprint put her in front of the dancer.
"Buckle down!" Her voice barked at the other woman and all she could do was hope, pray that her idea would work. She couldn't afford to go down in full plate, it'd be easy for her, if caught in a strong enough pull of water, to be sucked out to sea and drown before she could get all of her gear off. Then, if her memory held anything correct about her raising, dancers were powerful in their own right, but no power houses. They were not made to withstand blows like Knights and other members of the FG.
So instead? Aspel locked herself down into MediGuard, with breath held, praying, hoping, that her armored body would break the flow enough, to save the woman from being swept away, and that the weight of her armor, along with the Sentinel stance would hold strong.
The water, filled with creatures and debris pelted her armor, slamming things into it, causing the dents to be deeper and her body took more damage. One thing swept towards her nearly knocked the breath from her lungs but somehow, she managed and with Mediguard at least some of the damage was negated at the same time.
With the wave clearing away, everything ached and Aspel was fairly certain that if not for MediGuard, she may have been spitting blood right now. Thank Faram it had worked. Pushing up the front guard on the helmet released any water that had gotten trapped inside and her ears swam. Blast.
Though, the call from Merri and the sudden rush of everything going on around her would not be lost. Hand remaining firm on her sword, a glance around was given briefly, a cure being tossed at the boy before she set off at a sprint, for the shore. Aspel's body would hate her, her armor and the padding underneath would only bring more pain with the salt water beginning to seep into cuts, nicks and open wounds that had been caused through bits and pieces of things ripping through the armors joints but none of the mattered right now.
Slashing her way through to the shore, even if she was running behind everyone, only one thought resonated through her mind as her helmet was dropped back into place.