Some would liken the grip which Bloom had over Sarah to the deathly clench of a constrictor. As such, when the powerful force of Dauner’s magic plucked the banshee upward into the air, her fluttering white captor was seized in the wake of his spell. Trailing upward significantly slower than the rest of her accomplices, the pair’s momentum began to subside altogether until they hung suspended in motion at the apex of their ascent. Half a mile above them was the rest of the mercenary group.
For a moment, Bloom thought she had been blinded or had her soul ripped out of her body, another uncanny ability which some spirits possessed. As she soared through the air with her ‘passenger’ in tow, it took her a few moments to realise that the experience was real.
With all the extra weight and the wild struggles of both parties, Dauner’s spell couldn’t make use of its full effect. And once they stopped going up, there was only one place to go now. Down.
From where they were, the townstead of Valdrin was but a checkered design amid a canvas of green. And as they fell, they fell away from it, into the green. Dauner hadn’t just ripped them off the ground. He had sent them hurtling into the adjacent landscape, far from the village altogether.
As they approached the ground, powerful winds buffeted curtains of white that followed in their descent. The edges of terrain became more and more defined as what initially looked to be a patch of green turned into the angled side of a grassy hill. No trees, no rocks, the kind of land you would graze cattle on.
Just as it seemed that the pair would go splat into the ground, something fascinating happened. Well, for the onlooker it would have been fascinating. To Bloom, it was what she had practiced since young. Somehow, they began to slow, slow enough that the martial artist’s overwhelming dress was now descending side by side with them as opposed to being pulled down from beneath. It was the result of her technique, 轻功, that allowed her to briefly overcome the effects of gravity.
As their feet touched the ground gently, Bloom reasserted her grip over Sarah’s neck, her sleeves tightening.
”Don’t move, or I’ll break your neck,” she said aloud, though in her mind, her own words came as mumbled gurgles. She couldn’t hear a thing.
”If you scream, I will break your neck,” she repeated, taking one of her hands off the girl’s torso to grasp a dark red concoction from her pocket.