Thread: 〖 A U R O R A 〗 [Frost / Erebus]

There was no end to her restless dreamlike state where every passing minute she felt the brush of something cold against her cheek. But she never broke out in chilled sweat, nor did she leap up in shock. She knew it was simply the air of the abandoned building and the state of her sleeping place curling and sneaking about. Liath was a light sleeper, a fact easily proven when her eyes flickered open, bright silvers peering through the thin cloth of her makeshift door. A well-known silhouette passed by, loud and determined footsteps ringing the bells of dread in her ears. She knew Cyans pacing well enough that she didnt even have to see the tell-tale blue hair as the raider stomped past. Surely it wasnt evening already, she thought to herself with a troubled frown. Cyan always had other business to attend to, at least to her recollection. The bluenette hadnt been ranting or screaming either as she billowed her way to the prison cells. Liath knew something was wrong but she dared not follow. Instead she placed her hands nervously on her medicine kit and waited for a sign. It was hard to hear anything with the distance, but even Liath could pick out the creak of a rusty cell door being opened. There was a mute, cool silence after before a spine-chilling laugh broke through. It was Cyan, no doubt, going through her paces. The woman was crazy and she had seen her fair share of crazy. Her fingers picked at the weave, waiting for the yelling to start or, at worst, Embers cries of anguish. There was no way around it, and she half thought to scamper away to replenish her stock and hope there was something to tend to at the end of the day. It made her feel cowardly, but she couldnt match the brute strength of Cyan. The sudden echo of a far off scream almost had her slicing her finger on the stiff fibre. Liath jolted up from her sorry bedding, near hitting her head on the wall as she pushed away the cloth and crawled out with her kit clutched in her trembling arms. She was no stranger to shootouts and gunfire, but she hated the noise. It was something she couldnt help. Her first thought was to hide somewhere safe, but the second more prominent one was to turn her eyes toward the direction of the cell, muting the sound of bullets and the loud yelling which could be heard throughout the building. It was her chance to help the person she thought of as a friend. An uncharacteristic swell of determination blossomed in her chest, large enough for her to edge her way toward the stairs. She faltered briefly at the harsh rattle of chains dancing about in their metal locks. It gave her hope that Ember was still alive. She flinched and looked about whenever a gun fired, which was much too often as she peered around the corner. Smoke billowed out from the room and a bright glow of yellow-red fire seared the concrete walls. The duality of both womens screams of rage could be heard over the crackling of flame, and her brand tingled at the presence of a brand flickering to life. Not one but two, she realized as Cyans voice was well received over all the noise, the anger all too evident in her voice. Liath pushed forward despite the pain at her nape, an aftereffect of all the charged energy crackling through the air around her. Her eyes were wide as threw herself into the room, and it was in that moment she could truly say she did not hesitate. The second she drank in the sight of the bluenette with a dagger raised right above Ember, Liath let loose a hitched cry and all but heaved her basket straight at Cyan with surprising strength. Bandages flew and scattered, the vials smashing and breaking against the raider dangerously. The woman let out a grunt of surprise, having been caught off guard and Liath took the opportunity to fling her body at the badly burnt raider, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly. It was in an instant did the weapon evaporate in thin air, the whirling frost dissipating into non-existence as her artificially created power kicked in. Cyan screamed near bloody murder, shaking and clawing at Liaths clothed arms but they were locked firmly despite the searing pain those raking nails were inflicting on her. It wouldnt be enough to sway the woman considering her lack of physical prowess, but she hoped Ember would waken though it was unlikely as she noted dimly from the fresh flow of blood and the ghastly state of her wrist and neck. Cyan continued to rant, working to pry Liath away from her form and finally succeeding as she was wrenched off and thrown to the floor. A solid, bruising kick had Liath gasping and wheezing for air as the raider wheeled on her, spitting venom and hissing things that held no meaning to her dizzy thoughts as more beating rained down on her. She barely noted the march of boots and voices and gunfire coming closer and closer. Cyan whipped around, abandoning her abuse of the healer. Liath paid no attention to Embers backup as she crawled over to the unconscious girl. She touched the redheads bruises, wishing distantly that she hadnt thrown her ointments so hard. More screaming could be heard in the distance and she felt a stray leg or arm jostle her from time to time but it was as if she was in the dark all over again. She saw nothing but what was in front of her, heard nothing but the faint beat of Embers pulse beneath her fingers and could think of nothing but hoping she could help her get better. It was innocence amidst the chaos, and one that persisted even as Cyan fell, the residue of Liaths brand lingering still on her own which rendered her icy powers into mere puffs of mist. Rough hands tugged her away from Embers body, to which Liath fought against but ultimately relented when she realized they were not foes. Make sure shes okay. She said stubbornly right before passing out.