Chapter Seven
The Bells Toll For Thee
He had emerged at last. Now the hunt would come to a close and the Thunder would be cleansed.
Vylgranox bared his fangs as he swooped towards the disturbance. Though it seemed almost a shame to bring the hunt to an end now, it would be satisfying to destroy the abomination. He had escaped the Arbiter's righteous wrath for long enough.
His time had drawn to a close.
'No other way could this end, abomination.' Vylgranox growled. 'I will render judgement upon your sins.'
Slyrak was afraid.
The sound of the funeral bells in Davion's head was almost overwhelming now. Slyrak had actually withdraw deeper with every ring, and Davion could not blame him.
Vylgranox was under the impression that Davion had somehow stolen Slyrak's soul. How would he react if he discovered that Slyrak had willingly forged their covenant?
It was a moot point. By that time, Davion would be dead.
'Cover!' Eserren yelled.
They ducked under the ravine wall as a massive shape swept overhead. There was no mistaking the iron grey scales, the wide, snake-like head topped by its antlers, or the coruscating red and blue in the wide, bulbous eyes.
Vylgranox had found them.
'It is time to face your judgement, abomination.' Vylgranox's hissing voice slithered through the air, and Davion could hear it in the song too. 'I have come to render it unto you, and you have been found wanting.'
'He has a fancy way of saying that he wants to kill you.' Caewyn muttered, clutching her crossbow tightly. 'How are we going to defend ourselves from his acidic breath?'
'Remember our studies, Caewyn,' Eserren said.
Caewyn frowned, then her face lit up with hope. 'Could it be that simple?'
'Let's hope so.'
Caewyn nodded. 'Fire dragons have glands in their throats which allow them to "breathe" fire. If Vylgranox has similar mechanisms, we might be able to damage them.'
'Failing that, we go for his stomach.' Eserren added. 'It works on water dragons.'
'The Dragon Knights at Weiß Wache used ballistae to pierce his scales.' Mirana pointed out. 'What about us?'
Eserren nodded to Caewyn, who tapped one of her quivers. 'I call these "needle-points". They're like bodkin arrows, but I designed them to pierce dragon scales. They explode after a few moments. It won't be a huge explosion, but it should dislodge his scales. They work on earth dragons.'
Davion remembered her using one against Terrorblade back in Trestaine. If the bolts worked on earth dragons, which were known to have some of the toughest scales, they would hopefully work against Vylgranox.
'I have ten.' Caewyn concluded. 'Ideally, we need to ground him. That'll give me a better chance of hitting him.'
'We'll stand a better chance of flanking him on the ground too.' Davion concurred. 'We need to stay away from his mouth.'
The shape swooped overhead again, closer this time. Eserren braced herself, one hand outstretched. If the power of the sky dragon scales in her armour could repel Vylgranox's acidic fumes, it was not a trick she could use too often in this fight. Vylgranox could disable her armour's power in a heartbeat.
Davion fidgeted with the silvery scales and plate he now wore. When they had agreed that a fight with Vylgranox was inevitable, Eserren had decided to be pragmatic. She had truthfully pointed out that Muldrin, the dead Dragon Knight they had found in the chaos dragon's lair, would not need his armour any longer. It was too badly damaged to channel power, and Mirana still had the bracer. But though it was not the best fit, the extra protection was welcome. Sadly, Muldrin's poleaxe had been smashed to pieces. Davion would have to make do with the Trestaine greatsword.
Amongst other items, they had found a pair of hooked blades bearing marks from Steelpoint Vigil's forgemasters. They had taken those too, and Marci now had a belt of needle-like throwing knives cinched above her waist.
'I am coming for you, abomination.' Vylgranox taunted. 'I will melt the flesh from your bones and tear out your foul heart.'
Marci glowered up at the dragon as he flew over yet again.
'He's toying with us.' Mirana murmured. 'We can't stay here.'
Davion nodded. 'I'll draw him into the open. The rest of you need to damage his wings somehow.'
Mirana stopped him, grabbing his shoulder. 'You won't last five seconds. Climb up. I'd like to see him try to catch Sagan.'
Davion glanced at Marci, who nodded as she took one of the hooked blades from Eserren. 'Marci, you're crazy.'
Marci shrugged and smirked.
'I could try to shoot him down.' Caewyn suggested.
Marci shook her head, pointed at the crossbow and then indicated her throat. She wanted Caewyn to save the bolts, to use them to damage Vylgranox's throat.
Eserren took the other blade. 'I'll help Marci. Between the two of us, we can ground him. Davion, take my weapon. Consider it a loan. There's a ridge not far from the lake, high above.' Eserren told them. 'If Davion and Mirana can keep Vylgranox below it, we'll have a chance.'
Caewyn loaded one of her flare bolts. 'You'll have the opportunity. I'll make sure of it.'
'Then climb up.' Mirana told her. 'Fymryn?'
'Do you think Selemene will smite either of us if I borrow your bow?'
Mirana handed her weapon and her quiver over. 'I'll explain it to Her later.'
Fymryn clipped the quiver to her belt and examined the bow. 'I'm not a good archer, but I might be able to annoy him. I'll make my own way down.'
'He's a big dragon.' Mirana said reassuringly. 'I'm sure you'll score a hit or two.'
Eserren reached out and pulled Caewyn into a hug. 'One way or another, I will see you again.'
'You will. We're going to win, Mum.'
Mirana turned her head in time to see Davion and Marci parting from what she assumed was an embrace. She did not realise that they had shared what might be a final kiss. Marci approached Mirana and held her hand, her words unspoken. But Mirana did not need her to speak to know what she wanted to say.
'Same to you, Marci.' Mirana hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should be honest at last. But why have Marci face death knowing such a thing? She had expierenced too many upheavals recently. And if they died, perhaps then she would know. Mirana would see her when Selemene took their souls into Her embrace. 'I think you're mad too. Please stay alive.'
Marci gave her hand a squeeze and nodded. Davion and Caewyn climbed onto Sagan's saddle, Caewyn positioned awkwardly behind Davion.
There were no more words to say. It was time.
The hunt ended today.
'Do you hear it, abomination? Can you hear the bells?' Vylgranox demanded. 'The bells are for you. The bells toll for thee!'
After millennia in this world, Vylgranox had killed a great many lesser creatures, rogue dragons amongst them. He had formed his own impressions of mortals after centuries of slaying them. Undeserving "wurm-forged", foolish Dragon Knights and would-be dragon slayers, greedy mages seeking the power of the dragons, armies and their kings and cities, all had fallen before him.
It was no surprise to him when he saw the abomination try to flee.
Atop the night-beast, the abomination was accompanied by two women: a human bestowed with Selemene's blessings and an elf clad in brigandine forged in Steelpoint Vigil.
They were riding between the trees, heading for the shores of Lake Charatel.
Fools. Out in the open, they would be easy prey. There was no escape, save by the lake itself, and Vylgranox could corrupt the water with his breath. If they had been wise, they would have fled into the hills, though that would only have delayed the inevitable.
Vylgranox swooped down after them, eager to dissolve all four of them.
Something struck his hind leg and bounced off. He turned his head, spotting a small figure crouched amongst the trees with a bow. Another elf.
He ignored her. He would kill her later.
As Vylgranox swept past a sharp outcropping, his prey's human ally did something unexpected. She yanked on the reins and shouted in elvish. The night-beast dug in his claws, skidding, then turned and ran in the other direction.
Vylgranox turned with them and gave chase. Perhaps they had realised that they would be trapped if they ran to the lake. He snarled and prepared to unleash his fumes. Another arrow hit him, but he ignored that one too.
Again, the priestess of the Usurper turned the night-beast around and they hurtled underneath Vylgranox.
Now becoming annoyed, Vylgranox swept round and beat his wings to hover. The night-beast would tire sooner or later, but the priestess was clearly up to something.
At that moment, the tiny elf behind the abomination turned and lifted something in one hand. Vylgranox saw something shooting towards his head.
It struck him on the snout and exploded with a flash of white light. Blinded, Vylgranox yowled and remained where he was, still hovering below the outcropping.
He was exactly where they needed him to be.
Marci saw the flash of light and knew that it was time. She gave herself no time to think, no time to hesitate. If she failed, Mirana and Davion would die, along with her other allies.
No hesitation. Others before herself. Always.
Always.
Marci sprinted forwards, pulling ahead of Eserren, the hooked blade in her hand, her dagger in the other.
Below the outcropping, the massive grey Eldwurm shook his head, trying to clear his vision. His scales remained dull even in the light of the setting sun.
Marci leapt.
She timed her jump perfectly.
Before Vylgranox thought to move, Marci landed, bending her knees to lessen the impact, and dug the hooked blade under the slab-like scales. Eserren's landing was less graceful. She used her armour's power to cushion her landing. She came down close to the left wing.
Vylgranox knew that he had something on his back. Snarling, he spun about in the air.
Before leaping, Marci and Eserren had looped the leather thongs about the hooked blades around their forearms. Clinging to the dragon's scales, they hung on for dear life. If they fell now, they would certainly be killed, smashed to pieces far below.
Vylgranox roared and flew forwards, turning upside down as he went. Eserren clung on, but Marci lost her grip and fell.
The leather held and Marci came to a jarring halt, a flash of pain surging through her left arm. She hung from the dragon's scales as it flew towards the open bowl next to the lake.
Vylgranox turned over again, and Marci took the opportunity. With light flaring in her eyes and strength flowing in her limbs, she raised her dagger and stabbed it into Vylgraonox's wing. On the other side, Eserren ejected her shard and did the same to the left wing.
Vylgranox screeched and bucked. Marci lost her grip on her dagger and it fell uselessly into the lake.
Marci yanked the hooked blade free, transferred it to her right hand, and used that instead.
Vylgranox tumbled in the air as the gashes in his wings widened. Unable to glide, he began to fall, blood seeping from the torn membranes.
Marci lost her grip on the hooked blade now and clung to the scales. Vylgranox would crash in seconds, and whilst he would survive the impact, they would not.
Twenty feet from the ground, Eserren dropped her hook. 'Marci!' Eserren yelled. 'We need to jump! Jump now!'
Marci jumped.
Below, Vylgranox spun and hit the ground, sliding towards the edge of the lake and churning the earth beneath him.
Eserren grabbed Marci and pulled her close. She would not have done this without a plan. Marci trusted her, if only because Eserren did not want to leave Caewyn alone in the world.
Eserren forced her armour to blast air as they fell, slowing their descent. Ten feet from the ground, she gave it everything, kicking up loose dirt and stones. Though the impact still winded and bruised them both, they were lucky enough to survive without any broken bones. Eserren's armour was drained and she struggled to her feet.
Sagan thundered over. Mirana now had her bow in hand. Fymryn dropped from the saddle with Caewyn and Davion.
Davion handed Eserren her bardiche and they spread out as Vylgranox clambered to his feet. The Eldwurm's wings were tattered from the impact and several scales had been torn loose, blood seeping and dripping to the ground.
'You will pay for your impudence, mortals.' Vylgranox hissed. 'This day ends in death.'
He opened his maw, ready to expel his acidic breath.
Caewyn launched her bolt, striking Vylgranox under the chin. The bolt blew out a chunk of flesh and Vylgranox reared back, roaring in pain.
Mirana spurred Sagan into a run, unleashing a starstorm as she went. Silvery missiles rained down upon the Eldwurm, slicing through his damaged wings and lodging into his scales, burning and boiling.
Eserren, Davion and Marci ran forwards. Fymryn disappeared into the shadows. As Marci leapt into a flying kick, Fymryn appeared at Vylgranox's flank. Armed with Eserren's cavalry hammer, she drove the pick in between the scales of his hind leg, drawing blood. Marci's foot struck a claw and smashed it free, tearing away the skin below.
Eserren yelled a war-cry and swung her bardiche into Vylgranox's chest, the blade cutting deep. Davion rammed his sword into the Eldwurm's throat and pushed as far as he could.
Vylgranox snarled and drew back. He kicked at Fymryn, who darted away. He slashed at Marci, who ducked under the claws and retaliated with a spinning hammerfist which cracked more scales.
Annoyed, he brought his head round and expelled his miasma at her.
There was a flash of gold and something incredibly bright streaked under the Eldwurm. Marci reappeared on the other side of the dragon with another flare of light and tumbled clumsily. She looked just as surprised as everybody else, but resumed her attack as soon as she was on her feet. Her eyes flared more brightly, almost entirely filled with light, and more scales broke. Davion heard bones cracking and knew that they were Vylgranox's.
Fymryn vanished again, then reappeared atop Vylgranox's right hindleg. With uncharacteristic fury, she smashed the warhammer against his scales again and again until the head snapped off. Swearing in elvish, she drew her knives and plunged them into the hide between his scales.
Mirana rode around behind Vylgranox, still loosing arrows as she went. Caewyn launched another bolt, this time at the base of Vylgranox's throat.
Vylgranox roared, the sound tapering off shrilly as the bolt exploded. Purplish fluids mingled with the blood and the ground hissed and fizzed.
Caewyn had done it! She had hit the glands which allowed Vylgranox to spew his dissolving breath.
But this seemed to drive Vylgranox to greater fury. Howling, he threw himself at Davion and Eserren.
Eserren ducked. A glancing blow from a claw sent her sprawling, sunset scales flying through the air. Fymryn lost her grip and fell. Marci was there to catch her just in time.
'The Thunder will be cleansed!' Vylgranox bellowed. 'You will die for stealing the souls of my kin!'
Davion did not grace him with a response. There was no reasoning with him. Instead, he hacked at the Eldwurm's head with his sword. The blade bounced off the scales and Vylgranox growled.
Mirana pelted past, Marci leapt from the saddle. Her foot struck Vylgranox's jaw and his head was knocked away, teeth breaking and falling.
The Eldwurm snarled and glared at her as she landed and faced him, her eyes flickering with golden light, her body surrounded by a faint honey-coloured aura.
'Wurm-forged wretch!' Vylgranox spat, blood spraying from his maw. 'Spawn of thieves! Offspring of defilers! I will end you and this abomination!'
Slyrak still would not emerge. Perhaps Vylgranox was preventing it. But how was Marci able to use her power?
Davion realised why a split second later.
Though Marci bore a dragon's blood, she was still human. The Thunder had no sway over her.
And though Slyrak was bound to it, Davion was not a dragon either.
Davion let anger and rage fill him. Vylgranox was not going to kill Marci. He would not let him!
Slyrak tried to take control, knowing what Davion intended. Though he was reluctant, he knew that there was no other way to survive. His blood thundered and his body began to swell. The scales started to force their way through his skin. His armour shattered and his clothes ripped.
The change was upon him once again.
Marci saw Davion changing, but prepared to fight Vylgranox. He was the greater threat. She would not abandon Davion now.
Eserren caught sight of the transformation and hesitated. Mirana also hesitated. Marci was within range of both Slyrak and Vylgranox, and between them they could easily tear her to pieces.
Before Vylgranox could act, another one Caewyn's bolts struck him and exploded. The Eldwurm staggered back, then hissed as Fymryn drove her knives into his knee.
Slyrak lifted his head, opening his eyes.
Marci gasped.
No yellow eyes with slit-pupils glared out at the world this time.
This time, the eyes were a deep, dark brown. Davion's eyes.
Davion was in control.
Davion smashed his crimson-scaled fist into Vylgranox's head, shattering one of the antlers. He struck again, driving his fists and claws into the Eldwurm's head, fire erupting from his mouth. Scales cracked and broke and blood sprayed.
Vylgranox staggered and swiped at Davion. Davion beat his wings, flapping out of range before diving down, slamming into Vylgranox's head and smashing it against the ground.
Fighting against the Eldwurm, Davion bellowed: 'Marci! Now!'
Eserren yelled Marci's name and hurled her bardiche. Marci caught it and sprinted towards Vylgranox, lifting the bardiche high for the killing blow.
Vylgranox roared and tore free.
Davion reached out and snatched up Marci, then leapt.
As Mirana unleashed another starstorm on Vylgranox, Davion released Marci and seized Vylgranox's neck, digging in his claws.
Marci felt the power surge within and her eyes filled fully with light. As she fell towards Vylgranox's head, she brought the blade of the bardiche down.
The black blade cleaved deep into the Eldwurm's head, carving through scale and hide, smashing through bone, and cutting deep into Vylgranox's brain. Blood and matter sprayed, spattering Marci's clothes, skin and hair.
Vylgranox's final roar trailed away into a hoarse wheeze.
With an anti-climatic hiss, he fell forwards. Marci clung to the bardiche embedded in the Eldwurm's skull until he came to a halt. Shaking as the power left her, she slid from his wide, ugly head and fell to the ground. She stumbled and fell to her knees, panting and covered in blood.
Mirana came to a halt atop Sagan, staring at the dead dragon. Caewyn jogged over to Eserren, both of them amazed at what had just happened. Fymryn limped into view, her ankle twisted after avoiding the dragon's claws.
Davion jolted and began to shrink, the scales, wings and tail withdrawing back into his skin. Marci found her feet and approached him as he became a man once again, the scales receding, giving way to dark skin and scars once again.
Marci helped him onto his feet, not caring that he was naked. She was still shaking. They all were.
None of them could quite believe what they had done.
Before them lay an Eldwurm. A dead Eldwurm. Dead by their hands.
Vylgranox, Arbiter and Outcast, Eldwurm Unrecognised, lay dead at their feet. His eyes had gone dim. In death, he seemed somehow smaller despite his bulk.
Caewyn laughed, purely out of sheer relief. As the enormity of what they had done sunk in, Eserren started to laugh with her. She pulled her daughter into a hug.
They had done the impossible and lived to speak of it.
Marci wiped the blood off her face and grinned up at Davion. A grin spread across his face too and he instinctively pulled her into an embrace, lifting her off the ground.
Marci laughed and then, on pure impulse, lowered her head and kissed him. Davion lowered her to the ground without breaking the kiss.
Mirana cleared her throat and rode closer. 'I don't want to ruin the moment, but you seem to have forgotten that you're naked, Davion. Again. Put some clothes on before you get too carried away.'
'Who says he has to not be naked?' Fymryn inquired, leaning on Caewyn.
Davion took some spare clothing from Sagan's saddlebags and quickly pulled them on. Eserren eventually wrenched her bardiche free of Vylgranox's skull and wiped the blade clean. She was silent and introspective for a few moments, seemingly focused on her task. 'If I was not already decided, I am now. I will not allow the Fathers to harm any of you, even if it costs me my place in the Order.'
'I can't believe that we just killed an Eldwurm!' Caewyn breathed, still staring at Vylgranox's corpse. 'And it was Vylgranox! We just killed an Eldwurm feared by all others!'
'And never shall we see his like again, if the stories are to be believed.' Eserren mused. 'But I will not weep for the loss. Our brothers of Steelpoint Vigil and Weiß Wache are avenged.'
Davion took a dagger from Sagan's saddlebags and approached Vylgranox's head. 'Eserren, would you mind keeping his mouth open for a moment?'
Eserren stuck her bardiche under the fangs of Vylgranox's upper jaw and forced the mouth open, propping her bardiche against her foot and holding it in place.
Marci peered at Davion curiously as he used the dagger to cut several fangs free. Eserren waited patiently until he was done, then removed her bardiche. Vylgranox's jaws flopped shut, blood flowing sluggishly between his remaining teeth.
Davion handed a fang to each of them, pressing them into their hands. Marci enjoyed the warmth of his calloused hand against hers as he gave her one of the fangs.
'A recruit of the Order becomes a Dragon Knight after slaying their first dragon.' Davion explained. 'On this day, we are all Dragon Knights. I know you have a fang, Eserren, but it's not every day somebody defeats an Eldwurm.'
'Who's the last fang for?' Mirana asked.
'Sagan.' Davion answered with a chuckle. 'I think he deserves one too.'
Mirana laughed gamely. 'Well, Marci? What do you think?'
Marci smiled and nodded.
'Fymryn?' Mirana noticed how the elf was limping. 'You're hurt.'
'I twisted my ankle. It's nothing.'
Mirana smiled sympathetically and urged Sagan closer. She extended her arm. Fymryn smiled in turn and took it, and Mirana helped her onto the saddle.
There were no enemies here today, not even reluctant allies.
With the impossible victory in their hearts, and a dead Eldwurm behind them, they could only have left that battlefield as friends.
They made camp in the Magadur Hills as night began to fall. According to Fymryn, they were now very close to the sage's home. It might not have been the end of the journey now, not as Mirana had foreseen it, but it was a step closer.
Marci sat between Davion and Mirana, devouring her food at speed as usual. The fang Davion had given her now hung on a leather cord, alongside the eye-shaped amulet she had gained in Haupstadt.
The mood was nothing short of jubilant. Facing Terrorblade suddenly seemed less daunting after their victory over Vylgranox.
'Do you think you can transform and stay in control now, Davion?' Caewyn asked.
'I don't think so.' Davion answered slowly. 'I think Slyrak was partially suppressed at the time. He also felt that he had no choice.'
'Is that what he told you?'
'I can sort of sense his moods now.' Davion explained. 'I don't think he wanted to kill Vylgranox, but nor did he want to die.'
'Marci,' Eserren held up a dried pear and tossed it to Marci. Marci caught it, gave Eserren a grateful smile, and set about devouring it. 'I think it's a shame you and Mirana aren't dragon hunters. I'd be proud to hunt dragons alongside you both.'
'They wouldn't allow Marci to join.' Mirana stated.
'If I had any say, I would.'
'For what it's worth, I'd say that Caewyn has more than earned her knighthood.' Davion said. 'Shame we couldn't use Vylgranox's scales.'
'They're too ugly for my liking.' Caewyn remarked. 'I wouldn't mind having armour made from sky dragon scales, or maybe ionic dragon scales. They're so shiny!' She cast an admiring look at Marci. 'I wouldn't use radiant dragon scales though, not unless they were gifted to me.'
'You know, I never gave that much thought to what you said, Fymryn, before we decided to fight Vylgranox. I just thought it was a nice speech. But now I have to wonder what you will all do when this is over. Marci and I will return to the Nightsilver Woods, but what about the rest of you?'
'My pod's still waiting for me back in Coedwig.' Fymryn said, a wistful light in her eyes. 'I don't suppose I could persuade you to join us?'
To everybody's surprise, Mirana chuckled. 'Sorry, Fymryn. Maybe if I wasn't the Princess of the Moon, I'd consider it. But I have my duty to Selemene.'
'I'd ask Marci and Davion too, but I know what the answer would be. And you, Caewyn?'
'Flattered, but still waiting for the right man.' Caewyn said. 'As for what I will do after this, that's obvious. I'm still Mum's squire, and hopefully I will be for a long time yet.'
'As I said, Sweetheart, as a squire or a Dragon Knight, you will always be welcome at my side.' Eserren assured her. 'We'll have to find a new castle to serve at. If I remember correctly, Carvenhorn Castle isn't far from the Nightsilver Woods. There aren't that many dragons to hunt, but we'd be on hand if you needed us, Princess.'
Mirana smiled. 'It would be nice to have two of the Order's best dragon hunters close to the Temple.'
'And you, Davion?' Caewyn asked. 'You helped us to defeat an Eldwurm, one they all said would be impossible to slay. When we cure you, I'm sure that the Order would welcome you back with open arms.'
Davion nodded. 'They might. But I don't want to go back. Not now.'
'Then what do you want to do?'
'When I joined the Dragon Knight Order, I did so because I wanted revenge. I expected to die, and treated every day like it was my last. But I'm done seeking vengeance. I'm going to put my days as a dragon hunter behind me.' Davion looked round at Marci and smiled. 'I want to go to the Nightsilver Woods and see if Selemene will accept me into the Dark Moon Order. After that? I suppose that depends. But I'd like to find out.'
Marci leaned towards him and pecked him on the cheek. When she sat back, she was beaming at him.
'That makes three of us, Davion.' Mirana murmured. 'And I hope we all get to see those futures.'
It was only when Davion fell asleep that night, with Marci snuggling up against him once again, that he heard Slyrak's voice in the song once again.
'You should not be so pleased with yourself, little mouse.'
Davion tried to shut it out. Trust Slyrak to be sour at what had been a phenomenal victory.
'It was no victory, Dragon Knight. It was necessary, yes. But you do not know what you have done. Without Vylgranox, there will be no order in the Thunder, and the others will act as they see fit.
And should Terrorblade take another one of the Eldwurms, there will be nothing to stop him now.'
Davion woke upon these words, suddenly afraid. Was Slyrak right? Had they just given Terrorblade what he wanted?
Marci shifted in her sleep, nestling her head against his neck.
Davion felt a little smile on his face, and he held her close. She reminded him that he was still alive, they all were. No matter what Slyrak said, he was going to savour the feeling tonight. They had defeated one Eldwurm. If they had to kill another, then so be it.
Terrorblade could wait until tomorrow.
Another bit of AU dragon lore for this story: water dragons can spray acid. It's not nearly as potent as Vylgranox's breath and has a shorter range, but it can dissolve metal.
Marci's newest ability is somewhat based on her "Rebound" ability in the game, but also draws inspiration from the "Charge" ability Mass Effect Vanguards have. Since her powers are light-based, she basically travels at the speed of light very briefly. Laws of physics still apply, so it's not a good idea for her to charge at a wall or anything like that unless she Unleashes.
