It'll just grow if I get up, but I can't stay down forever.
He rolled backwards and got up. Lledwyn grew and prepared to run him through again, sharpening its thrusting edge; Swift dodged, and only an inch away from the border, assumed the 'casting position', concentrating intensely, and after a few seconds, Swift opened his mouth, sending red, blue, and yellow flames at him. Electricity ran all across Lledwyn's body, and the point of impact froze, and melted, only for the thermal to kick in again.
Lledwyn once again thrust a part of itself at Swift, and Swift was knocked clear off his feet, sword flying from his hands, landing next to Lledwyn's mass.
Sure enough, after only twenty or so seconds of falling, Swift crashed into the water back-first.
Huh. Am I gonna die now?
He was thirty-five feet under ( keep in mind the distance from the freeway to the water ), tumbling through the still waters.
I wonder how many people've tried suicide jumps from offa there?
His right hand softly touched the bottom. Sand. Hmph.
Guess if I drown I drown. Ivana's not gonna save me this time.
He waited-- either to die or resurface. Resurfaced. He stared up at the bridge-- he could see his sword, but .... where was Lledwyn? |