Rym- Episode 1 (Season 1): Bank Robbery

Location: Border Forests of Gallagher State; Archenon

A sharp branch cut Alex's cheek as she continued to run through the forest. Even while dodging several obstacles, and firing back the occasional fire blast, the security officers weren't far behind her. Scaling a fallen log, she brushed her hand across the cut on her face, and saw the bit of blood on her fingertips. As she saw the blood, a spike of orange crystal whizzed by her head. It stuck onto a nearby tree, and when Alex saw it, she ducked her head in response to several more spikes of the same crystal flying in her direction.

"Topaz!" Bronze said to a rym with short amber hair, "Kill her if you're an idiot, or move if you want to get paid!" Topaz slowed down. "Thorne!" An officer with brown hair that was tipped white caught up to Bronze at the front of the group. "Don't kill the princess," Bronze reminded. Thorne stepped over the same log, landed, held up his left hand, and a small length of vine that was serrated on most sides with briers formed in his hand in the shape of a ball. He thrust his hand forward, and the length of briers shot out, straightened. It caught on a low-hanging branch, and coiled tightly around it.

Alex, getting tired from running, summoned up a portion of the strength she had left, coming up on a thick-trunked tree. She lowered herself so that she was skidding across the dried leaved that covered the ground, and held out her right arm (which was entirely lit ablaze, all the way up to her shoulder). She slid up next to the tree, and her arm sliced through the wood almost flawlessly; however, she did angle the cut upward at the other side of the trunk. She knelt down at the other side of the tree, facing the direction that she'd came having swung around that way, and the tree began to fall towards the eight security officers. However, before it could fall any more than it had, Alex stood up, grabbed the end of the trunk, and forced it upward into the air (still horizontal) as if she had the strength of a god.

Alex then kicked the end of the tree with one leg, sending it hurtling towards the officers. All seven of them stopped running. It's foliage was thick, and they couldn't move out of its way, but one of the officers stepped forward. He put his hand against his head, and all of a sudden, the air was filled with a massive, thunderous sound; an amplified combination between a lion's roar and a wolf's howl. The officer had caused this sound with his mind, and it was so strong that its waves propelled the tree back towards Alex.

The rym princess covered her ears, almost falling over from the massiveness of the noise. She growled, squeezing her eyes shut as tight as possible, but when she did open them again, the tree was sailing over her head. The sound ceased, and Alex uncovered her ears. Her eyes narrowed, and turned bright red once more. She stood up, and her hands were lit ablaze. "Can't you idiots see that I've done nothing wrong?!" She shouted to the officers, and lit a line of fire in front of her. The flames rose, and began to spread in a circle around them, while Alex took off running.

This did not stop them either; the fire was blown out by large, broadly-feathered wings, of which belonged to Falcon. A path through the blaze was made, and all the officers charged through it. Falcon folded his wings, and they disappeared behind him. Thorne was at the head of the group, and he thrust his hand forward once again, sending a length of thorns spiraling towards the princess. It hit Alex's wrist, and she jumped as the briers coiled tightly around it. She attempted to pry it off, but the thorns dug into her fingers when she tried.

Thorne fired another string of briers, and it struck about a foot away from Alex. A few more were fired down, catching on branches and roots, but Thorne finally hit his target; a vine of the small spikes coiled around Alex's left ankle, causing her to trip. Rolling over to sit up, she tried again to pry it off, with the same result. Alex then tried to burn it off, blasting a small concentration of fire around the plant-material, but it had no effect.