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When Black slammed his back against the wall, causing the ground to shake and buildings to vibrate, Pine dashes behind a pillar in hopes of hanging onto it to stabilize herself.
The structures shakes with such force that even with her hands grasping the pillars and her center of gravity being low, they are unable to keep her steady, resulting in Pine falling to the floor.
She braces herself by covering her head with her forearms. It hurts slightly, but the pain quickly fades away.
Her hands continue to cover her nape and head as she waits for this vibration to pass.
Mountains of tattered clothing gets ripped from their hangers, threatening to drown Pine but she quickly cuts herself free with a knife.
Pine rises just in time to see Black shoot his teeth towards anything facing him. Pine immediately drops to the ground again, with the knife pointed away from her. The stone and wood cracks behind Pine. Those teeth barely missed her. Rather than perforating the building, they merely embed themselves in it, more akin to a regular bullet than the gravity boosted hail.
Having used up his teeth, it leaves his mouth bloody and uneven. As one last act of defiance, he starts blowing his highly pressurized blood out, forming a line that easily cuts through stone and wood.
The constant sound of rushing water follows the sanguine line as it cuts through the sky.
It slowly moves downward diagonally, severing objects around the roof.
The flankers closest to the stream manage to avoid it by briefly turning invisible and lying on the floor.
Pine doesn’t fear this type of weapon.
She dealt with pressurized water before. Those druids couldn’t kill her then, and it certainly won’t kill her now.
Pine draws her small firearm from her sleeve, and fires it at Black’s face. While the small barrel makes it inaccurate, it doesn’t need to be. It just needs to blind him.
The bright flash causes Black to wince, closing his eyes and sharply raise his head, causing the line to move upwards briefly.
Pine ducks under the line and grabs the gravity assisted arquebus she recently took from the observatory.
After flicking a lever, sigils around barrel begins to turn purple. The slowmatch is already in position. It’s primed. Another flash illuminates her position. A round zips through the air, piercing Black’s chin and splashing his brains against the crumbling walls.
The blood rapidly turns from a precise beam to a hose of blood and grease.
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