FAMFRIT vs. Party One: Altair/Ofelia/Siana.
After the passing of the tsunami, the district was all wreckage and debris, the street torn up from its roots, its components thrown into a whirl then set down again in haphazard order. Signs were ripped from the ground and now lying flat; a nearby hovertaxi had been thrown through an already-rundown storefront; a chest of drawers, incongruously enough, sat in the middle of the road with two drawers missing.
And Ofelia Zhou was gone.
Her fingers had slipped on the signpost that she'd tried to grab in the face of that elemental monstrosity; it was a frail and flimsy thing that could barely hold up under tonnes of surging water. Ofelia had been torn from it and carried off on a crushing wave that left her bruised and battered, bones aching, feeling the heated swelling in her face that foretold a black eye. Hair matted, all her clothing drenched. She groaned. Then slowly – slowly – picked herself up, feebly patting down for her equipment.
Then she looked around. She was elsewhere in the district now, whisked off several blocks away. Laurent, Banes, and the creature were all nowhere to be seen.