Dead Air
by SMYGO4EVA
The lock didn't unhinge easily as they had thought, not even with fire sizzling at the metal chains. "What's the hold-up? Can you do it?" Ming Hua asked, only a small tinge of exasperation in her voice, something that P'Li admired about her, her body arching against the pull of the heavy chains at her torso and waist.
P'Li felt the right moment slipping further and further away, the sound of guards' footsteps just past the edge of her hearing. "They're coming," she whispered, "Pull."
And just like that, either the lock finally broke or the fire did its damn job, P'Li didn't care which, and Ming Hua jerked herself free, stepping out of the heavy links. "Can you run?" P'Li asked, placing a hand against Ming Hua's stomach.
"No. Why run when you can fight?"
P'Li nodded, a smirk soon painting her usually stoic face. "Well put."
Before they even knew it, there was nothing but dead air around them, and P'Li and Ming Hua, they wouldn't have had it any other way.