[ He's forgotten how spry Chekov is -- a fluid little tornado of a boy with the tight-packed frame of a circus acrobat. Crouched near a smoking heap of rocks, his stance wide and low, Hei monitors his progress. The first phaser shot is well-off its mark. P'Li wastes no time in narrowing out the irritant and opening fire. He watches Chekov weave away from the blasts. Flames mushroom out behind him like lit gasoline unfurling across a calm sea. The plumes of smoke provide ample cover -- but also a barrier that prevents Hei from ensuring Chekov is unhurt. ]
[ Not that he's waiting around to check. ]
[ The moment P'Li's back is turned, he makes his move. Skidding into range, it takes him seconds to reach her. It takes barely a split-second more for her to wrench her attention off Chekov, and notice him closing in. Except Hei's already made his move. P'Li's bloodcurdling scream -- more like a banshee's wail -- swoops up and shatters in the air as the point of Hei's spear meets her Third Eye -- a messy red collision. ]
[ In his peripheral vision, there is a blur of movement. In the next breath Zaheer is right in front of him, blocking his path to P'Li. A stunning wind-blast hurls Hei twenty feet off. He slams back-first against a charred remnant of wall, his spear clattering away. Bright spots burst before Hei's eyes. Something thick and hot dribbles down the back of his neck. When he touches the spot, his palm comes away bloody. ]
[ Half-blinded with pain, he watches Zaheer conjure up a massive sphere of wind. It sucks up all the Red Lotus members -- the twitching mass of Ghazan, the smoking curl of Ming Hua, and the bleeding, swaying spire that is P'Li. In the next beat, a powerful gust of wind nearly knocks Hei back. Dust, smoke and bright orange fireflies of embers fly everywhere. ]
[ It dissipates as quickly as it started. Blinking, Hei refocuses on the scene. Guttering flames. Crisped and mauled bodies. Twirling smoke. ]
[ But no Red Lotus. They've vanished as if into thin air. ]
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Date: 2014-08-29 01:44 am (UTC)[ Not that he's waiting around to check. ]
[ The moment P'Li's back is turned, he makes his move. Skidding into range, it takes him seconds to reach her. It takes barely a split-second more for her to wrench her attention off Chekov, and notice him closing in. Except Hei's already made his move. P'Li's bloodcurdling scream -- more like a banshee's wail -- swoops up and shatters in the air as the point of Hei's spear meets her Third Eye -- a messy red collision. ]
[ In his peripheral vision, there is a blur of movement. In the next breath Zaheer is right in front of him, blocking his path to P'Li. A stunning wind-blast hurls Hei twenty feet off. He slams back-first against a charred remnant of wall, his spear clattering away. Bright spots burst before Hei's eyes. Something thick and hot dribbles down the back of his neck. When he touches the spot, his palm comes away bloody. ]
[ Half-blinded with pain, he watches Zaheer conjure up a massive sphere of wind. It sucks up all the Red Lotus members -- the twitching mass of Ghazan, the smoking curl of Ming Hua, and the bleeding, swaying spire that is P'Li. In the next beat, a powerful gust of wind nearly knocks Hei back. Dust, smoke and bright orange fireflies of embers fly everywhere. ]
[ It dissipates as quickly as it started. Blinking, Hei refocuses on the scene. Guttering flames. Crisped and mauled bodies. Twirling smoke. ]
[ But no Red Lotus. They've vanished as if into thin air. ]