starboob
lover / leaver
♕ PRINCESS VERITY (EXILED) ♕
There's a wild look in the princess's eye when she catches the pirate running towards her instead of running towards safety, because if she is going to run––why run backwards? Towards certain Death when she could propel forward for more Time with Life? This doesn't make sense! What good is it to play hero when they will now both end up in the fiery pit below? She can feel the heat burning her backside––somehow far more intense and searing than it had ever been since entering this chamber. No Time to focus on that––no Time to even say anything, because her throat has closed up with worry. Her eyes shut tightly, certain some form of nothing with envelop her and she only hopes her body goes into shock so quickly she won't have to feel the fire eat her through to her bones.
That, however, doesn't happen. Iskra grabs her and Verity instinctively clings the pirate, wrapping her arms and legs fiercely around her like an anaconda. There must be salvation in her arms, because they do not plummet towards a magnanimous end. The wind is knocked out of her lungs as she crashes against Iskra's body––barely breaking her own fall, but enough that she doesn't think any of her own bones have broken. She doesn't miss the sound of the pirate's bones snapping, however, and she looks at her with worry––wishing she could do something now to tend to pirate, but given the circumstances, all she can do is adjust her arms and legs so she is not crushing her core. "D-Don't worry about me––I'm alive, what about you? I don't think bones are supposed to make that noise." She is only framing it that way to be polite. She very well knows what is blooming beneath Iskra's skin.
With the room lit again, she looks across the pool of lava to the other side. "If the cable is long enough, yes, I think we could launch over there..." The sentence trails off as she thinks of what that might entail––you know, flying wildly to the other side and potentially breaking the collision with Iskra's body once more. She doesn't like that idea and there is very little she can actually do to control that outcome, because once they are flying it is up to Fate to decide who breaks the fall (she's pretty sure––the princess doesn't have a lot of grappling hook scenarios under her belt).
Before she can even think to reach for the second hook, she also notices the sizzling lava down below that seems to be getting suspiciously close to them. If she doesn't look then it's not real––a fine strategy except that the captain has asked for a report. "Ah, okay," she says, turning her head to look down at the pool––well, it's not a pool anymore. The lava has decided to somehow collect itself together in the appearance of a tall, glowing, mound of magma. While that development would have been concerning on its own, she also notices that as the mound starts to stretch upwards, two appendages, like arms, appear to form out from the sides. The arms rub the 'head' of the monster and once removed, it reveals an angry face––with flames for eyes and brows and when it opens its mouth, it belts out a hiss like scream. The princess clings tighter to the pirate.
"You don't want to see this––but that was, um, the sound of... the lava?" She's never seen or heard of anything like this before––certainly dangerous beasts live in the Wilds of her homelands, but they at least aren't made of molten earth. "It's sentient, apparently––" the Lava interrupts, slamming a molten fist into the wall they are attached to, shaking them both. A crack erupts across the wall; one of its many points hits the spot where the grappling hook is secured. 'Ancestors, help us––' she pleas, reaching for the second hook and aiming it towards the opposing wall. "Iskra, I'm going to try and use the second hook to get us across," she says by way of giving a warning since she has already acted on the thought and launched the hook to what she can only hope is safety. "Release––" Well, she doesn't really need to tell the pirate to release the first hook because the magma monster does that for them with another fist into the wall. With hardly enough time to adjust, she tries to make her own body like armor for the pirate, hoping she doesn't get anymore injured, hoping the impact won't send a rib into her lung. (With some dark hopefulness attached to that worry as well. 'Sh-shut up!')
It would be a victory that they're at least not attached to the first wall, which has pretty much crumbled, except that the Lava is still a large concern. she only needs to twist around to be threatening again. This time, she grabs chunks from herself and hurls them towards the two women––without much time to assess for new injuries, they have to move––and quickly, because there is no way their swords can take down whatever this is. (Well, that and the fact that it would be impressive to fight with no available hands––Verity, at least, refuses to detach herself from the pirate.)
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