Anna Vandemeel
Location: Big Boy’s Gas Station
Phase: Road’s End
Date: 09.09.1994
Weather: Rain
Finishing her roll into the bar, Anna back up on her feet, dusted herself off (for what little good it did to her) and seated herself down behind the nearest table, right next to the door itself. While the others no doubt had questions about what had just happened outside, Anna was hardly in a mood to explain anything to anyone at the moment.
Instead, she merely closed her eyes and tried to make sense of just what had happened moments before.
A hulking steel armor, draped in elaborate gold and purple furnishings, possessed by an intense will and strength that defied logic and common sense. While it would be something she would need to confirm further, its presence in these lands was a… distortion. To begin with, the chances of any natural phenomena in these lands taking that specific shape was extremely low. That specific form, that of a knight, was inexorably bound to tales of the Old World, after all. Which led her to believe that it wasn’t something that had naturally arisen here. Rather it had been an invasive presence brought here by something… or someone.
Well, that was the least of her worries. The “fight” itself, if it could even be called that, had been nothing more than a farce.
Mobility.
The gap was too small. Never mind ten meters, based on its acceleration and overall capacity, that things effective combat range is at least fifteen meters, if not more. It’s was also somehow elevating its natural movement speed, based on how easily it crossed the gap and attacked. Even for humans dancing on the very limits of human capacity, such a feat would simply be impossible unassisted.
Power.
And that physical strength… ridiculous. It’s undoubtedly abberant, no matter the scale you use or perspective you look at it. To take my hand off with a single strike… that type of shit usually doesn’t come without downsides though… Well, not like it mattered. It beat the stuffing out of me either way.
Technique.
It has some capacity for telekinesis, that’s for sure. That “knight” simply hid his blade and then “called” upon the blade to perform the first strike. From the looks of it, the scale isn’t really a concern, but the fine control… It probably doesn’t make a lick of difference whether it fights at range using telekinesis or wields the sword himself. That, coupled with that insane strength, most likely means that it can swing at everyone and everything within at least a fifteen meter radius as if it was standing right next to them.
...in all those aspects she had been lacking, when compared to the hulking knight.
Or well, that wasn’t completely true. In hindsight, she had options to deal with the situation, but due to being both trapped by the situation and her own lack of foresight, she had simply completely played into his strengths. In a manner most fatal, in fact.
Incoherrent flashes of crimson flashed briefly before her eyes, as she felt a phantom pain trace across her chest.
And then there were the fragmentary memories she had, along with the entire spectacle that had unfolded afterward. She had nowhere enough information to even speculate, but…
Anna briefly opened her eyes and turned them towards Caleb.
Unlike Caleb’s look, which seemed to no small amount of frustration, Anna’s own expression was completely blank, devoid of all emotion. The non-expressiveness was remarkably out of place on the raven-haired girls face, but one thing was certain at least.
The relationship between the two had fundamentally changed. And judging by the cold glint that momentarily passed through Anna’s eyes, it hadn't been for the better.
"Should be fine in an hour."
“...”
The Estonian girl didn’t say anything in response, merely closed her eyes and fell back into the depths of her mind.