The water rushes into your lungs and you jerk violently, but Sam's hand keeps you anchored. There is no rescue here.
You tumble to your feet, weightless, in open air.
Sam's hand is still locked in yours.
All around you stretches an empty void.
I tear my hand away and brace both hands against my knees, taking a deep, shuddering breath before essentially hacking my lungs up. "Fuck," I wheeze.
"See?" Sam swallows. She's taking heavy breaths, letting herself float limply. "It's not so bad. You get used to it." She winces. "But it doesn't get easier."
I reach up to rub my neck and wince. "No." I shake my head. Focus. "What do we do."
"Now we find-"
They’re all gone, Finley.
Her voice booms through the void, thrumming in your bones. You don't hear it with your ears, you feel it in your skull, deafening. She sounds cold and blunt, not even a hint of playfulness to her tone. It is, frankly, terrifying.
Now it’s just you and me, alone again. How it was before.
How I miss those days.
I look at Sam. "Does she know we're here?" I mouth.
She shakes her head, drifting closer and mouthing back. "She's focused."
I scowl. None of this said out loud, by the way. "What happens if--" I shake my head. "What do we do."
Purple lightning crackles in the distance, and for a split second, you can see.
Katanalosi is here, formed in all her glory, and she's fucking massive.
Finley is roughly the size of her fingertip, and you have a feeling that's just so she can squish them with greater ease. They're currently floating above her palm, hands on their throat, desperately fighting for air that doesn't exist.
Luckily, they're both a ways away from you.
But now you’ve gone and made me angry.
I set my jaw. I don't care that much about Finley as a parent. Or family in general, really. I've never had it. Never needed it. But something about this makes me unbelievably pissed. I don't charge in, but I fucking want to.
Sam shrugs helplessly. You have no idea how to go up against that.
But I’m not going to kill you.
Kat moves her hand. Something wraps around both of Finley's wrists, pulling their arms apart.
That would be too easy.
I’ll start with your friends. Watch you wake up, have them all worried over you.
Then I’ll kill them one by one.
And after they’re gone, I’ll kill your children while you sit there and watch.
Maybe I’ll find your family. Dismember them just for kicks.
And then, Finley, I will finally kill you.
I glance at Sam, and then back at the scene ahead of me. "Get Finley out first. They're more powerful than me. Don't fucking follow me. If you have to, leave me behind," I whisper to Sam. I don't give her any time to react. I just go, zipping as fast as I can to her open palm and planting myself firmly in front of Finley. "WHY FUCKING WAIT?" I roar.
You stand face to face with Katanalosi. You get a taste of what Quin must have felt.
Her eyes are massive. The backgrounds glow white, enough to illuminate you, but not bright enough to make them hard to look at. The giant Xs in the middle focus on you, and you've never been more terrified in your life as her mouth curls into a smile.
You know what, I think he’s right. Why wait?
Faster than you can react, Katanalosi's fingers curl around you, rendering you effectively immobile save for your head. You hear Finley gasp and sputter deeply as she wraps her other hand around them.
I grit my teeth and glare defiantly into Katanalosi's eyes. I better not be fucking wasting this. Best be coming up with a plan right now, Sam.
She releases her grip on you and you feel yourself be completely submerged in water, spinning wildly above her open palm.
I thrash around, panic seizing my lungs. I have to get out. I have to get OUT. I kick desperately towards the surface.
There's no surface to kick to.
You hear her laugh. The low chuckle bounces around in your head amid your panic.
No. NO. This has to be an illusion just like the rest of it, right? I have a fucking JOB to do, dammit! In any case, my rage overpowers my fear. I right myself and spin to face her, tossing a couple middle fingers her way. My lungs burn, but I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of watching me be afraid.
That's alright. She can wait.
Her hand reaches up and a finger pinches either side of your torso. She shakes you back and forth in the water violently, laughing again.
Without warning, she releases you and draws her hand back.
You insolent little human.
Nope.
Well, I had some choice words for her, but they can wait. Instead, I just reiterate the fuck you from earlier.
Bold of you to show your face again.
The water stays, but you stop spinning enough to see Sam somewhere outside, close. Too close.
Especially after that stunt you pulled last time.
I have need for you. I do wish Quin could watch you die, but not every story has a perfect ending.
You’re not even important to the All-Mother
The water vanishes and you're spinning in open space. Katanalosi wraps her hand around Sam instead.
I don't waste any time. I make a beeline for Finley. Does Kat have them clenched in their fist? What's that setup.
Only their head and the very tops of their shoulders are visible. They're struggling as much as they can, to no avail.
I aim a powerful, spiteful kick at Kat's fingers, hoping it'll loosen her grip enough for Finley to struggle free.
She flicks a single finger out, hitting you and sending you tumbling backwards. No joy.
You hear a mangled scream of rage from above, nearby, getting close fast.
Navy flies straight into Kat's face, slamming into the bridge of her nose.
Oh, for fuck’s sake
Kat releases Sam and waves her hand. All three of you are thrusted backwards and rendered immobile in midair. She still holds Finley.
"When the hell did you get here?" I mutter to Navy, assuming we're being held relatively close to each other.
I grow increasingly tired of the Lygari family tree.
"Rezently," They wheeze back.
Navy jerks forward.
Now, the fear of drowning skipped you, didn’t it?
I remember how you felt when you woke up with those implants through your hands.
Their arms are straightened out in front of them, palms out. They kick wildly, but can't move.
I thrash against my invisible bonds, straining with all my might.
Kat moves her free hand to one of Navy's, centering the tip of her nail on their palm, her thumb against the bottom.
Let’s try that again, shall we?
I look over at Sam. How's she doing.
Sam is kicking and struggling the best she can, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Katanalosi's hand jerks up away from Navy.
She moves it down, only for it to jerk up again..
Finley looks to be unconscious, nose and chin covered in blood.
What the fuck is happening, then?
Someone else flies up above Kat, hands raised. Kat realizes they're there the same second you do and turns to look.
Flo Saylor, rogue of void, is using her classpect powers to the best of her ability. She strains to raise her hands above her head again, faintly jerking Katanalosi's hand.
More of you meddling hybrids. Quaint.
I’ve always wondered how it feels to do this.
Katanalosi balls her free hand into a fist and swings around, punching Flo.
It sends her flying backwards faster than you can track, spinning wildly. She's gone from view in a matter of seconds.
Sam chokes on her words and tucks her head close to herself, breathing heavily..
Is there ANYTHING I can do??
Not really! It's a horrible feeling. Watching and doing nothing.
You think that's kind of the point..
Well! Fun! I absolutely do not stop struggling, because I never have and I never will!
You feel the thing around your ribs holding you in place tighten rapidly. It crushes you and you're underwater in the fountain again..
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