Rachel didn't intend to let him hold the sword long. Running forward, she used the weapon in her hand like a staff, attacking mercilessly. He had killed, would kill, so many people, cause so much harm and it was all her fault. Not that she would change it, she couldn't. But it did nothing to diminish the sudden flash of rage she felt.
Illiyana. Moira. Nathan's family. Dead. Lives lost so she could save her brother and all the people he'd save someday.
She only used power enough to counter his, lashing out physically instead of telekinetically, instead of telepathically. She wanted to beat him. Here. Now. In this bubble-world where it wouldn't matter back home. But she had to know, she needed to make sure, especially after that display.
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Date: 2012-06-08 02:42 am (UTC)Illiyana. Moira. Nathan's family. Dead. Lives lost so she could save her brother and all the people he'd save someday.
She only used power enough to counter his, lashing out physically instead of telekinetically, instead of telepathically. She wanted to beat him. Here. Now. In this bubble-world where it wouldn't matter back home. But she had to know, she needed to make sure, especially after that display.
"Zell! Talk to me. Are you okay!?"