After Diane had left to face Maxus, the normals made their push. It opened up with a volley of shells both from the tanks and the ships circling the island. The ships initial targeting was off, many shells landed short of the dome, but it would not take long to adjust. Lydia focused on the threats at sea while Zulu worked on halting the tanks.
Even after raising the tides, however, the ships did not turn over, and their hulls remained sturdy. They were too heavy, too armored, they had anticipated a water attack to stop them. However, the constant rocking of the ships stopped them from firing accurately and in some cases altogether. Lydia's job was to remove the ships from the equation, the less to deal with the better.
Lydia focused now on the seafloor, feeling deep under the blue waters. Chunks of the sea floor broke off and rose quickly to the surface. They slammed the undersides of their hull and the sides of the ships, she was denting them, but not making any progress.
"Lydia, you can't hold back today. I know you don't want to kill people, but it's them or us right now!" Zulu shouts as he uses winds to avert the attacks of the tanks and responds with large fireballs that take out three tanks at a time.
"I know, I know!" Lydia strains to say back. She had killed once, but it wasn't making this situation any better. This would kill dozens of normals all at once, and she knew the sickening feeling that came with just one death at her hands.
"Lydia, if you don't take out those ships, they'll rip through the dome! Think of the people counting on us!" Maxus shouts as another volley of tanks and ship rounds come in. Having to defend on two fronts alone, some shells hit, and rock the dirt and dust off the dome.
Lydia shouts in anguish as she pushes against the ships harder. Breaches in the hull form, from one end of the ship to the other. Water floods in, and the ships begin to sink. The rocks from the seafloor circle the ships and knock parts of the ships off of the deck. Cannons, smokestacks, parts of the ships' bridges. Not long after the ships are beyond salvation, and the crews resort to their few life rafts.
Lydia gasps for air as a small calm comes from the lack of the ships barrages. Another round of tank shells flies in and Zulu slows the shells to a halt. The shells turn and return back to the tanks that fired them, many of them fall, and others are lucky to be missed. A flight of jets flies overhead firing missiles. Zulu manages to avert the course of most of them, but one lands near the top of the dome, threatening to knock the two off their perch.
"On your feet Lydia! Your job isn't done yet!" He shouts as he lets more power out. Lydia knew he was reaching for more power than he normally did. But this was all he had against what felt like endless waves of the normals. Lydia finds her feet and stops the next volley of tank shells by averting them to the ground short of the dome. Zulu remarks Lydia for a moment before focusing on the jets circling around for another pass.
"Can you continue, girl?" He asks, readying himself.
"Yes." Lydia's voice is cold and expressionless. She called upon her emotional out, and early too. Yet Zulu felt it a necessary step for her to act without reservations.
"Good, I'll take care of the planes, you keep those tanks from hitting the wall."
Lydia does not respond but acknowledges her task by averting the next wave of tank shells from hitting. When the next flight of jets comes in, Zulu averts all the missiles but one. He turns it and aims it back at the jets, and knocks one out of the sky. It spirals out of control in a ball of flames before sinking into the ocean. Zulu summons a large amount of energy to make the winds unwieldy, the planes jerk against the winds during their flight.
Lydia swipes her hand across the ground and a line of sharp and jagged rocks spring up from the ground and punch holes through the front line of tanks. This also creates a wall the tanks behind them cannot pass easily. The offensive slows, and the tanks and soldiers now focus on removing the obstacle.
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Torva Messor
ActionI did not want this power, nor the judgments you laid down upon me. I have lived and survived both. Growing. Learning. I've lived in fear, but now the world will know that same fear. For none have seen what I've seen. Done what I've done. Sacrificed...
