If resentment was the last of what he felt for her before she died then it only meant her plan worked. Kaine went on for as long as she could, suffered shots and stabbings and arrows, but didn't give in until she was forced to. Again, and for the final time, she returned to normal. Her body felt feverish and angry, ready to collapse on itself and the only reason she stood was determination. A nap wouldn't have been so bad.
She had eliminated maybe ... Maybe just a third of them or so this whole time? God, that was so fucking insane. If she'd had her sword, if Nariko was here, they could have had knocked out half of these fucks. But Nariko wasn't here. Roland wasn't here. It was just them, just Kaine, who was suddenly very afraid of dying, if such a thing was even possible for her. Despite how little sense it made she tried to look for Alain. She didn't know what the fuck the Touch was, if it was mind reading or not, if it was something else entirely, but he had said it best: Everyone was just doing what they had to. But if he could keep Bert alive, if he could just tell Roland and Nariko to stop being so fucking stupid and love each other, then that was all she really needed. Why hadn't she thought to tell him all of that before?
Oh, well.
Kaine vomitted black ooze and felt her bones before she heard it. Her skin shifted unnaturally, lengthened in a way it shouldn't have until her human body became an amorphous thing that eventually burst into tiny black pieces. Those same pieces hung in the air like black snow before they converged inward, swirled, and formed the massive, unmistakable frame of a Spectre far larger than any one that Claude could have ever summoned or even dreamed up.
There was no howling like a banshee, she - it - roared, raising arms the wide of Gilead as a whole up into the air in some thing that could have been mistaken for a war cry. In reality it was nothing but pain, pain, and more pain on top. It stomped forward, crushing everything, bending down awkwardly and opening a gaping maw to close around anyone who couldn't run away fast enough.
Kaine was gone, and that was why Alain needed to take everyone who mattered and run. They could win a war but they couldn't handle this.
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Date: 2015-02-28 12:54 am (UTC)She had eliminated maybe ... Maybe just a third of them or so this whole time? God, that was so fucking insane. If she'd had her sword, if Nariko was here, they could have had knocked out half of these fucks. But Nariko wasn't here. Roland wasn't here. It was just them, just Kaine, who was suddenly very afraid of dying, if such a thing was even possible for her. Despite how little sense it made she tried to look for Alain. She didn't know what the fuck the Touch was, if it was mind reading or not, if it was something else entirely, but he had said it best: Everyone was just doing what they had to. But if he could keep Bert alive, if he could just tell Roland and Nariko to stop being so fucking stupid and love each other, then that was all she really needed. Why hadn't she thought to tell him all of that before?
Oh, well.
Kaine vomitted black ooze and felt her bones before she heard it. Her skin shifted unnaturally, lengthened in a way it shouldn't have until her human body became an amorphous thing that eventually burst into tiny black pieces. Those same pieces hung in the air like black snow before they converged inward, swirled, and formed the massive, unmistakable frame of a Spectre far larger than any one that Claude could have ever summoned or even dreamed up.
There was no howling like a banshee, she - it - roared, raising arms the wide of Gilead as a whole up into the air in some thing that could have been mistaken for a war cry. In reality it was nothing but pain, pain, and more pain on top. It stomped forward, crushing everything, bending down awkwardly and opening a gaping maw to close around anyone who couldn't run away fast enough.
Kaine was gone, and that was why Alain needed to take everyone who mattered and run. They could win a war but they couldn't handle this.