MissingPiece (Trafalgar Law x OC) Under Construction

All the King's Horses

|1 hour later, an undisclosed location on the island|

Just beyond the city, Sorna and Penguin find themselves confined in a damp corridor within a vast cavern. The oppressive humidity weighs heavily, making the cell feel more claustrophobic than its actual size. It's stifling. Just beyond the gate, a river flows, broad and deep enough for ferrying ships, its rushing water creating a constant hum in the cave. The exit remains hidden from their view, but the river provides a sense of direction. Following its course might lead them to freedom.

Penguin gradually regains consciousness, sprawled on the hard, damp cave floor. Groggy and disoriented, he hears the rhythmic slapping of bare feet and the harsh clank of metal on metal, a disconcerting symphony against the backdrop of the resonating river.

Bang

Bang

Bang

The rhythmic pounding reverberates in harmony with the pulsating ache in Penguin's head. With adjusted eyes, he observes an incensed Sorna relentlessly battering the cage door with the sole of her foot. Each kick emits waves of anger, creating a tempest of enraged energy.

In a precisely executed sequence, she retreats a step to reset her form, then advances with her non-dominant foot, unleashing a forceful push kick on the door. At the impact, her white aura flares at the tip of her foot.

Step back.

Reset.

Step forward.

Bang

Sorna persists, maintaining an unwavering rhythm, each kick a relentless surge of power channeled through her foot.

Penguin rubs his tired eyes, trying to make sense of what is going on,
"Sorna, what are you doing? Where are we?"

Sorna remains focused, fixed on breaking open the gate,
"I will break down this gate! I do not know where we are. I can hear the ocean, so maybe a port. We appear to be underground."

Step back.

Reset.

Step forward.

Bang

"Okay, but why are we here? I remember..." Penguin rubs his temples, trying to collect his thoughts,
"I remember two monterous creatures, they... they looked similar to you."

"Yes, a Gulan Hunting Party, hence why it is imperative we escape," Sorna states.

Terror attempts to consume Sorna in the dimly lit cavern, shadows dancing along the damp walls. Yet, with each powerful kick, she relentlessly dismantles the fear, sending echoes through the confined space, determined to deny its grip on her.

Step back.

Reset.

Step forward.

Bang

"A what?" Penguin inquires.

Sorna, however, remains resolute, her ears deaf to distractions. She persistently assaults the gate, channeling every ounce of her strength into each forceful kick.

"Sorna?!" Penguin shouts in frustration.
"That gate is reinforced steel. You'll never break it down! Now, help me understand what is happening!"

"Everything has a breaking point! Even hardened steel!" Sorna yells back in desperation.

Her final, futile kick reverberates through the unyielding gate before she crumbles to her knees, her hands clenching her hair. A mournful howl escapes her lips, echoing through the cavern. In this moment of despair, with the distraction of the gate momentarily lifted, her fears cascade in uncontrollable waves.