It is really difficult to concentrate with Karkat's extremely vocal panic attack looping in the background, but she can't really devote the attention to tell him to shut up already, either. The tight pressure around the perimeter of the sphere is constricting around Ruka's heart, shaving off centimeters and inches of their diameter.
And then, quite suddenly, the bubble shrinks to barely large enough to hold the both of them inside it; Ruka remains in its center, but the sudden decrease in space probably has the curved wall slamming into Karkat and pushing him closer to Ruka; with less surface area to cling to, the unfortunate puddle of blood drains to the bottom of the sphere, gaining significant depth.
Well, Ruka's entire outfit was already ruined anyway, might as well add in shoes to that count.
The shrink, for as much happens, occurs in less than a span of a heartbeat; the tense pressure abates, the jaw of the creature not quick enough to follow. And then, motion. Ruka brings back to mind the countless times she's practiced her archery with the bubble small enough to fit around the arrowhead, focusing on the speed it flew towards its target, and with that sudden speed the bubble flies through the creature. Between speed and energy, they blast through whatever bone and tissue this false horrorterror is made of, the glow of her arm and the bubble itself illuminating the inner atrocities as they push through.
The beast wails in pain, lacking in meaning, and its body trembles and heaves around them, until finally, finally, they breach through its skin. Escaping one hell for another, but at least the hell outside the beast has light. And isn't full of digestive fluids.
The sphere slows, and then stops, hitting the mental target Ruka was aiming for, and the sudden stop even sends her to her palms and knees. Sweat runs down her face, and her arms are trembling. The light and the sphere stay steady, but the same couldn't be said for her heart, or her gasps for breath.
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And then, quite suddenly, the bubble shrinks to barely large enough to hold the both of them inside it; Ruka remains in its center, but the sudden decrease in space probably has the curved wall slamming into Karkat and pushing him closer to Ruka; with less surface area to cling to, the unfortunate puddle of blood drains to the bottom of the sphere, gaining significant depth.
Well, Ruka's entire outfit was already ruined anyway, might as well add in shoes to that count.
The shrink, for as much happens, occurs in less than a span of a heartbeat; the tense pressure abates, the jaw of the creature not quick enough to follow. And then, motion. Ruka brings back to mind the countless times she's practiced her archery with the bubble small enough to fit around the arrowhead, focusing on the speed it flew towards its target, and with that sudden speed the bubble flies through the creature. Between speed and energy, they blast through whatever bone and tissue this false horrorterror is made of, the glow of her arm and the bubble itself illuminating the inner atrocities as they push through.
The beast wails in pain, lacking in meaning, and its body trembles and heaves around them, until finally, finally, they breach through its skin. Escaping one hell for another, but at least the hell outside the beast has light. And isn't full of digestive fluids.
The sphere slows, and then stops, hitting the mental target Ruka was aiming for, and the sudden stop even sends her to her palms and knees. Sweat runs down her face, and her arms are trembling. The light and the sphere stay steady, but the same couldn't be said for her heart, or her gasps for breath.