Alone in the dark, where the demons are torturing me...
----------------------------------------------------------------There was a brief feeling of satisfaction as her spirits ripped a cry from the man's throat. Her satisfaction vanished suddenly, however, when she realized that the object that had been lowering from the man's face was not an appendage but instead a device that looked similar to...
She changed direction immediately, which tipped her slightly off balance, but the change didn't help that much. Though the dart only scratched her side and continued on its path, the venom that coated it entered her bloodstream uninhibited. At first she simply laughed, thinking that the dart had been harmless anyway. Unworried, her eyes sought out her opponent.
Upon her first sweep of the cog that he had been on, she found that he was no longer there. This did not discourage her, though, as she picked up the all-too-familiar tinge of blood in her nostrils, this time not her own. He was bleeding, as he should be, which immediately tilted the battle into her favor. Smirking, she reached out and gestured.
The spilled blood on the cog twitched, then slowly, jerkily became airborne and congealed into a single mass near the center of its pool. The mass hovered towards Uai and began to circle around her, acting like a wisp of sadistic make. Uai chuckled to herself, enjoying the smell of the blood on in her nose. There was nothing quite like the bloodlust that followed after a successful wounding of an enemy. The smell was invigorating... It made her forget her own bullet wound, as aching as it was becoming.
However, what it did NOT do for her was help her ignore the sudden discomfort from the scratch on her side. From her natural luminescence, she could see the wound puckering and it was becoming apparent that the stinging sensation was not just from the air hitting an open wound. She swore. Poison. Sadly, she could not work with blood that she could not see, so all she could do was take out the superficial blood, which lessened the stinging slightly. The cut was now dry, but the venom was still there. She could feel it now.
Swearing, Uai mentally pictured where his blood had been trailing before she had taken it and realized that he had most likely fallen off the cog. Leaping downwards, Uai landed lightly on the gear immediately below hers, looking around. She caught sight of unnatural movement, her eyes locking onto her prey without hesitation. Her spirits were getting anxious. They were about out of time in the mortal coil. Growling loudly, Uai dropped down again, onto the gear that the Doctor had landed on after his fall.
It was now that the venom's work became apparent. Instead of landing gracefully, Uai fell to a knee, her vision becoming a little blurry as the world spun opposite the direction the gear was spinning. She swore again, lightly. Whatever the man had put on that dart, it was potent. Standing shakily, Uai put every spirit into the whip she used this time. Her eyes focused onto the vague shape that told her where her opponent was and swung the spiritual whip at him. With all the spirits in it the whip was thicker, which was compensating for her inability to properly aim, but it also moved slower. In addition, the whip would also rip at its prey more times.
However, before more than a few would be able to attack him, the spirits would fade away, called back to Ionor as was their deal. Uai swore and fell to a knee again, hoping to hear a cry that signaled his pain again.