To say that this was Mercy's less brilliant or thought-out plans would be a drastic understatement. It had only been pure luck that she'd brought the bladed staff Winds of Change had made her as a belated half-birthday present. It had yet to be christened in combat though, as she had pole-vaulted over the fleeing Spirals in order to reach the end of the moonbridge.
Now though, in homid, she whirled into action, mowing a path through the Spirals as she took random turns heading towards the bright glowing fungus at the center of the Hive. She didn't know where Sara would be. All Mercy had to go on was her gut instinct that this was the right way. Common sense, and her packmates, were yelling in her head for her to turn back, but she couldn't.
Blood sprayed around her as the ends of her bladed staff slashed through those who would've stopped her, staining her hair brilliantly on the ends where it was still bone white from a three month bout of bleaching. Her clothes were quickly rendered rags from the clawed grasp of her enemies... Suicidally brave, she charged on, thoughts of her love spurring her forward.
Abruptly, the Spirals backed off, but Mercy kept running... until she met with the mouth of a tunnel. She glanced over her shoulder, met by glowing eyes behind her in the dark that suddenly blocked the way she'd come. She hesitated, eying the gaping maw of darkness in front of her.
A sound, a faint echo really, came from the tunnel but to Mercy's straining ears, it was the sound of Sara crying out.
"SARA!" She screamed the name like a battle cry, and charged forward once more.