The concussion of landing so hard made the surroundings swim in the ice blue eyes of the towering woman, but yet she kept moving on using her powers to reduce her weight far beyond what she had ever dared do in a training situation. Her heavy black boots, a common military grade pair, sent up dust and bits of wood each time they touched down only to propel the practically weightless woman forwards with an increasing speed, the wind whipped through her long dyed glossy back hair where standing in a straight line behind her, waving up and down in the wind as she pressed ahead, the mixture of moisture from the leaves that smacked across her form and her own sweat caused her dark grey top to glisten darkly and cling to her skin doing very little to hide her curves and the breasts that, despite their tight confines (for Blades liked holding them tight to help movement) bounced gently with each bounding leap.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><i>Please.. please..</i></span><br/>The tall woman did not dare speak out her thoughts fully,<i>please be alive</i>as she sprinted ahead, her mind vividly recalled the sight of those slimy tentacles that had wrapped themselves around the fertile young bodies, she had of course, as had they all, seen footage of what happened, but this was different, this was real! And the people whom she, regardless of her attempts to keep them at distance, had come to, if not like then at least care for, where in grievous danger, especially Chiara, why did she have to be this bloody nice anyway?! It would be so much simpler if she had mocked her and taunted her behind her back or to her face! But no, the nun had been nice, and had succeeded in scratching the towering womans emotional defenses in a way that others had not. Damn bitch!<br/><br/>There was a single burst of leaves before the dark figure of Blades leapt out through the air, grasping Chiara before the nun fell onto the ground, holding her tight even as she increased her own weight again, twisting in the air as she did so before the pair slammed down onto the ground, blades first, taking the force of the blow so that Chiara did not have to, something that whether by design of coincidence, caused the nuns body to slide across the extra bits in Blades pants, something that the tall athletic woman had done her best to hide, and something that had been successful so far.<br/><br/>Not that Blades, or Elisabeth ”Lisa” D’Arden where aware of any of that, the force of the landing, combined with her concussion had quite simply knocked her unconscious, and now she lay there, seemingly lifeless, with the nun she had saved ontop of her. Had she been conscious she would probably have been cursing the nun once more for being friendly.<i>Damnit Chiara! Why did you have to make me care?</i>Those thoughts where likely the last ones going through Lisa’s head before they landed and her consciousness fled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>