To RandomFanAuthor- oooh, do you mean like this?
The storm seemed to inhale, then hold its breath. Silence fell so quickly, so heavily, they thought they had all deafened. Even the Bloods didn't like it, shaking their heads, pawing at their ears. The peace only lasted no longer than two seconds, but Leo later swore blind he could feel it stretch out, could feel it deeply in his bones.
Calypso pulled him from his stupor, tapping his shoulder with a shaking hand. She pointed. Leo's ears began to work again, tuning in to a low rumbling of thunder.
Louisa stood, surrounded by Bloods, wielding a trident above her head. Her green energy ate up the crimson mess, healed whatever wounds she had suffered. The light burned brighter than ever, it twisted with fury, with grief, surrounding her limbs, pulsing through her hair, brimming in her eyes.
"Leo…" Calypso squeaked. Leo gritted his teeth, urging Festus into the sky. Calypso shouted for Louisa desperately. The storm exhaled, screaming forth a clap of thunder unlike any they had ever heard. She clamped her hands over her ears, sobbing.
Louisa spun the trident, gripping it with both hands. The Bloods moved towards her, too slow, too late. The prongs sank into the earth. The ground crumpled, a crater jolting in rings, crashing through layers, deepening each time it did so. They fell with it, Louisa and Bloods alike. Slabs of dirt crushed the beasts, buried them. Keepers hurried away from the carnage, only to be met with more.
Not the earth. That had an epicentre, a radius it adhered to.
It was the lake.
It heaved and bucked. Swells of water rising twenty feet high only to crash into brethren waves. All enveloping a whirlpool of bones and grey waters in the middle.
A burst of green light and Louisa landed on higher ground. Eyes aglow, she faced the battle. The Bloods that did not succumb to the crater, were targeted by the water. With her trident in hand, aimed in their direction, the water obeyed. It smashed from its source, striking with all the potency of its predecessor. Keepers bellowed warnings to each other, scrambling for cover.
There was no need.
The water moved within its own body, snatching up every Blood, roaring and writhing like the ocean in a rage. But it moved unnaturally, gouging its own paths around their allies, cocooning them in watery dens of respite. Thunder shook through to their very souls, Calypso ducked instinctively, clinging to Leo. They saw Louisa be swept up in the water, a brief glimpse of her only by a green light, blurred and dimmed within the murkiness of her attack.
It spread as far as the battle had. Not a single Blood remained free. Upon this, the water froze, as though someone had paused time on it. It held no anger, no movement, almost as though it were contemplating something. It was akin to the sudden silence- had the world stopped? What was going on? Where was Louisa?
It began to rain. The lake water shivered and then the same someone threw a switch, plunging the entire thing into reverse. It scurried back to its home, avoiding all Keepers, dragging every Blood, dead or alive, into its depths. Some kicked desperately at the currents, only to be pulled under. The water became darker as it calmed. Monstrous bodies bobbed on the surface, bumping into each other as the waves settled. It lapped on the shores as it returned in its entirety, the lake refilled. Louisa appeared at the water's edge, revealed from the last wave, trident loose in her hand, the prongs skimming over the lake's surface.
Leo landed Festus just behind her, dismounting with Calypso. Green energy crackled around her still.
"Lou!" They called for her together. Whether she was ignoring them or had not heard them, they could not tell. She lowered the trident's head, skimming the prongs over the water. Ripples cascaded from each tip, solidifying into grey ice. It crackled as it ventured outwards. Louisa lifted the trident a fraction, watching it all progress. She did not move until every square inch was ice. They could hear it shifting and settling, barely audible crackling, oddly soothing after earlier events.
Leo moved forward first, Calypso half a step behind. "Lou." He prompted, reaching for her. A tendril of green seared across his palm; he wrenched his hand back, a vicious red line to show for his efforts.
He stepped around her, shoes slipping a little on the ice. "Louisa." She stared back at him unseeingly from behind the glow. He could feel the thrum of her power. It lashed around less, calming into a tentative, almost sleepy state.
"Leo." Calypso gripped his shoulder, steadying herself on the ice. She could see nothing through it, almost black beneath the storm clouds. "It's the trident. We need to get the trident." Leo looked at it, refraining from instinctively grabbing it. His palm was beginning to throb, bruises already forming.
Calypso faced Louisa, standing between her and Leo. "Lou? Did your father give you that?"
"Cal, what-?"
"I can sense Poseidon's input. He helped her."
"But what if… what if we take the trident and she-? You said she was using too much."
"She was."
"What's going on?" Lucy-Jo jogged up to them. "Why isn't she… normal?" Festus landed, crooning worriedly. He sniffed Louisa's arm, gently taking hold of the trident with his front teeth. Louisa started, her green launching into its erratic state. She raised her hand, glowering at the automaton. Leo and Calypso acted on the same thought- they tackled her.
It was a thousand lashes across the palm, face, arms, chest, legs. Festus stole the trident in her downfall, taking to the sky with it. Within seconds of it leaving her grasp, her light snuffed out. She choked, eyes widening as they resumed their proper colouration. Leo held her arms, Calypso was just to his side, sitting astride her stomach and holding her head still with both hands.
Louisa stared at them with bloodshot eyes. The rain had lightened. The sky started to clear. Lucy-Jo stood over them, hands on her knees as she examined Louisa's face. "Don't be sick." She warned, though they could hear her worry. In her favour, Louisa wasn't sick, despite looking very capable of doing so any second. Instead, she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut for the count of three. Her body went limp. Calypso lay her head down. Leo let go of her arms.
Festus landed. He spat the trident out, beyond her arm's reach. It still hummed and glowed with Poseidon's power.
Calypso frowned, a lump of ice sinking into her gut. She leaned forward, pressing her ear to Louisa's chest.
Lucy-Jo did not like her silence. She turned away, screaming for a medic.
Leo did not like her silence either. He no longer trusted the quiet.
If ya'll get the chance, could you give Of Wings and Marks a look over? I'm starting to work on that one again! :P