Kassandra
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Octavia Rook
She army-crawled until her fists were pounding sand. Cover was no longer an option, and as soon as Octavia made herself known, Ferro was going to turn his mount one-eighty degrees. Dark green on desert sand was the farthest from stealthy in her current circumstances. Her only chance at getting the drop on the behemoth was putting her new powers to use, and pushing them farther than she had yet, at that. Footsteps were bound to get her caught, so naturally... She had to reach him without touching the ground between them. An impossible feat for humans, barely possible for some sapient alien species, but thankfully, well within Octavia's repertoire. She pushed herself up off the ground and took a knee in the sifting, uneasy earth. Mentally, she imagined a ball of steel in the place of her heart, then pictured it becoming lighter and lighter, as if its very elemental composition was changing at her whim. The idea of holding the ball in her hands didn't so much as make her hands tense up in anticipation, because she knew it was as light as air. And now, so was she.
Octavia dug her feet and hands into the sand, and with all the strength she could muster, her broad, powerful body pounced. In a blink of an eye, she was a dozen meters up and climbing and jetting forward with just as much speed. Did I overdo it? Am I flying, am I gonna fall upwards into space? She wasn't truly worried, because she had enough control to reverse the process she just underwent. It was just easy to let the mind wander at such heights. Eventually, she decided enough was enough, and that it was time to ground herself. Very, very quickly.
She closed her eyes and conjured the image of the steel ball in the place of her heart yet again, and called for it to return to its originally dense state. As soon as it reached that point, she demanded it go even further. The inanimate mass obeyed, compressing inwards and creating more mass at the same time, becoming exponentially greater in size. Until her 6'8", suddenly five-tonne body came barrelling down at breakneck speed. Octavia landed boots first, right into the hunch of Ferro's metallic back. Nowhere near enough to incapacitate him, but enough to push him, his triceratops, and Octavia into the center of a crater of her design. Something any seismograph worth a damn would pick up.
She army-crawled until her fists were pounding sand. Cover was no longer an option, and as soon as Octavia made herself known, Ferro was going to turn his mount one-eighty degrees. Dark green on desert sand was the farthest from stealthy in her current circumstances. Her only chance at getting the drop on the behemoth was putting her new powers to use, and pushing them farther than she had yet, at that. Footsteps were bound to get her caught, so naturally... She had to reach him without touching the ground between them. An impossible feat for humans, barely possible for some sapient alien species, but thankfully, well within Octavia's repertoire. She pushed herself up off the ground and took a knee in the sifting, uneasy earth. Mentally, she imagined a ball of steel in the place of her heart, then pictured it becoming lighter and lighter, as if its very elemental composition was changing at her whim. The idea of holding the ball in her hands didn't so much as make her hands tense up in anticipation, because she knew it was as light as air. And now, so was she.
Octavia dug her feet and hands into the sand, and with all the strength she could muster, her broad, powerful body pounced. In a blink of an eye, she was a dozen meters up and climbing and jetting forward with just as much speed. Did I overdo it? Am I flying, am I gonna fall upwards into space? She wasn't truly worried, because she had enough control to reverse the process she just underwent. It was just easy to let the mind wander at such heights. Eventually, she decided enough was enough, and that it was time to ground herself. Very, very quickly.
She closed her eyes and conjured the image of the steel ball in the place of her heart yet again, and called for it to return to its originally dense state. As soon as it reached that point, she demanded it go even further. The inanimate mass obeyed, compressing inwards and creating more mass at the same time, becoming exponentially greater in size. Until her 6'8", suddenly five-tonne body came barrelling down at breakneck speed. Octavia landed boots first, right into the hunch of Ferro's metallic back. Nowhere near enough to incapacitate him, but enough to push him, his triceratops, and Octavia into the center of a crater of her design. Something any seismograph worth a damn would pick up.