Every time i reached the 500 words mark, my brain stops spewing out words and even my grammar/vocab/whatnot cease to exist. Thus all long fic will have to be postponed...and I'll resort to short fic instead.
Probably 3 to 5 shortness...
Class:
Elsword (LK) , Eve (CBS), Aisha(DW), Chung(TT), Rena(WS), Raven(VT), Ara(YR), Elesis (BH)
The skeleton priest, Avalanche kneeled in defeat, gradually dissipating against the heroes' combined might, marking the end of the icy threat which had denied their march toward the Halls of Water.
Eve stood alone amidst the field covered by a blanket of snow with her two drones floating beside her. Her long silver hair which splits in half toward the end flowing with the chilling dry wind which gently brushes against her smooth porcelain skin and sips through the cuts, into the inner circuitry of her being. Yet she shows no sign of being affected unlike the rest within the group.
Her amber eyes with barely any motion, observe a particular couple of yellow and black, huddled against one another in an attempt of obtaining comforting warmth against the freezing environment.
"Inadequate. Inefficient." She simply muses to herself at the very sight. 'They could have thought of more sufficient ways to achieve the intended purpose. Starting a fire would had sufficed or-'
"Eve look out!"
It happens at a speed of beyond comprehension. In her moment of idleness, a red strike suddenly came under her detection, and she was pushed away onto a pile of soft snow, by a force possessing great urgency yet not enough to damage her delicate being. "It seems a slap is in order once again." she sighs.
In an instant, she caught the sight of the male figure in bright red flew pass with a large piece of ice embed into his body through her impaired vision. Loud horrid shouts and screams followed suit, indicating the obvious perils that had befall the group.
Eve's vision soon cleared .She could see the white, vermilion and orange figure charging at the risen skeleton priest with a vengeance plastered across their face while the rest ran toward the fallen red with the purpose of checking on his condition and attempting to save him.
At first, her expression remains unchanged, believing that he would get right back up like he used to. However, none of the feat happen for this particular moment and her stoic expression slowly cracks a worried look.
Through her perceiving eyes, she could detect the once bright red ever so slowly losing its brilliance. No foggy breathe is seen escaping his bloodied lips or any movement being made, only the ever reddening white canvas beneath them. 'No…' A distant voice of distress echoes in her mind and the gears isolated within her chest, long suspended in place, begin to wrench in protest.
Avalanche was finally put down for good though with its final breath, it managed to cast a blizzard storm, growing in intensity every second. Soon the vermilion, blue and orange join the others, surrounding the fallen red but still she stood there, not budging from her spot to hurry beside him.
Her tentative hearing filtered all sounds around her including the wailing coloured figures. Focusing solely on the fallen red, there is neither beat nor any sound to be heard. None of the usual witty or cocky remarks were spouted confidently. Not even groans of pain to indicate his awareness. It was a deafening silence, almost as if – as if …'No no no!' The distant voice screams louder than before.
With an unheard click, the gears had gradually jerked by a shift of the teeth.
Eve could feel her throat being grasped tightly,suffocating her and mist formed before her gasping mouth. A constricting feeling grew within her chest similar to what had been felt before, the sense of failure, hopelessness and lost.
How do people even come up with titles? Title Generator?
Don't worry, I don't do death story...oh wait I did before where CN butcher...erm cough yeah. I just hope i don't make another obsessive Eve again.