Who: Katherine, the Man, & open (or narrative) What: Ripping out a spine Where: In a cave on the mountainside/ then close to the fallen spire When: During/after this Warnings: High for violence! Status: Narrative/open To grab the dagger on the table had been pure instinct. The face she had come to hate so much had turned to a grimace of shock and he had turned away just as the magic that held her in place collapsed. The earth shook and twisted and fell apart. And he stood still for a moment. Instinct again kicked in and she grabbed his arm, ready to thrust the dagger into that unprotected chest of his.
The world changed, a dark cave appeared where the stone walls of the tower had been before. She didn't care where she was, she didn't even look around to see if she was safe, all that mattered was that this man would breath his last breath. The dagger slid through the gap between his rips like it were butter. She didn't leave it there. She released it from its flesh sheath and found a different location. The magical blow came out of nowhere and she was flung back against the wall.
"You little..." He stood there with utter hatred in his face, like a menacing devil. There was something off with his composure. The pride was gone from his stature. He did not hold himself with that cocky attitude she had come to loath. His side filled with red and he started a hand-movement that the young woman was not able to recognise - like she was not able to recognise any fucking thing! She needed to get close and that quickly. Her own fingers twitched and suddenly she found herself behind him again. Fire appeared in his hands but she did not let it phase it. She only had this chance, she was desperate. A desperate enemy was a dangerous one.
The dagger found its way through the muscles next to his spine but instead of pulling it out, she cut its way to freedom: going right through the spine. A scream of surprise and pain erupted from the Man in front of her as he buckled to his knees. The dagger landed in him yet again right next to the spine. Pure wrath and anger guided her as she used her weapon as a lever and pushed one end of the broken bone chain out of the body. Fingers clawed through the hot flesh and tore at it. She ended up relieving the man of a good chuck of it. The piece she held was longer than the dagger.
Dagger in one hand, spine in the other, she stared down at her victim. She remembered what she had done earlier and how it had felt. She remembered things he had told her. She could change locations. But where to? She started to wreck her mind for places she knew. There were a few but not nearly as much as she hoped. Her mind, however, returned to the spire again and again. She could go there. Maybe there were more people like her? Was it dangerous? Did it matter if it were?
The woman decided it did not. She vanished and reappeared next to the fallen building, almost at the edge of the collapsed ground. That could have gone wrong. She drew in a sharp breath as she glanced down at the remains of the spire. Blood was slowly dripping from the spine in a hand that was covered in red smear.