Fight Scene

The Aftermath

Demille sat on the ground with a warm blanket wrapped around her shoulders, wounds patched by volunteer aides. Mayi and Amalia (A.N: Demille's fiance and soon to be mother-in-law) had left for home already, after they had all found each other and were all assured everyone was okay. She had insisted she'd stay for a bit longer, to see if she could help with anything. Though in reality she just didn't have the power to listen to any scolding for running off during an emergency on that scale. She turned over the events of the day in her mind, playing absentmindedly with the frayed bits of her jumper. Frustration came to her first, for letting the man get away despite her plan to get his help. She was serious about making him pay, and looking at the surrounding chaos dulled her sympathy for him a bit. He never gave a good reason for all this. Confusion came next as she wondered who to tell about Egill. Definitely not any family, and not any authorities unless it becomes necessary. Maybe McRoss would have something clever to say about it. Then, confusion about her ability clogged up the gears in her head. She'd never heard of such a thing happening, much less learn about it. There were no references, no guidebooks, no teacher who could understand and explain what she did. Not really. She barely understood it herself.
Lastly, exhaustion set it. It seeped into her muscles first and she laid her head down on the damp concrete below her, using her right arm as a headrest while tucking the other close to her chest. Her thoughts slowed and stalled, until they stopped completely. The only thing she could think about was resting. Then she fell asleep, swaddled in an oversized blanket on the ground surrounded by the destruction and decay of metal and flesh alike.