23rd metal . CTS spam
[ It's after Cassel's announcement that Zane can be found in the CTS.
The scene is medieval - or, ancient, anyway. Armor, swords, horses. A battle. As the door out of the CTS closes behind him, they surround him, weapons braced. He blinks back anguished emotion, and tosses back a vial of metals, and touches steel, pewter.
He launches into the air, and the fight begins.
There are hundreds of them, and only one of him: and yet. He slaughters them. He uses the metal they carry to Push and Pull himself; he is always faster, always stronger, and he is the utter picture of grace.
He kills them all.
And when they are dead, the bright green hill of a battlefield strewn with corpses, he goes into the forest. Braces himself against one tree and flings metal at another, a thud-thud of swords, knives, shields whipping and burying themselves into the bark. He Pushes, and Pushes, until finally the tree splinters and collapses, crashing slowly and mightily into the ground.
He keeps destroying the trees, over and over, until someone interrupts - or another army shows up. ]
The scene is medieval - or, ancient, anyway. Armor, swords, horses. A battle. As the door out of the CTS closes behind him, they surround him, weapons braced. He blinks back anguished emotion, and tosses back a vial of metals, and touches steel, pewter.
He launches into the air, and the fight begins.
There are hundreds of them, and only one of him: and yet. He slaughters them. He uses the metal they carry to Push and Pull himself; he is always faster, always stronger, and he is the utter picture of grace.
He kills them all.
And when they are dead, the bright green hill of a battlefield strewn with corpses, he goes into the forest. Braces himself against one tree and flings metal at another, a thud-thud of swords, knives, shields whipping and burying themselves into the bark. He Pushes, and Pushes, until finally the tree splinters and collapses, crashing slowly and mightily into the ground.
He keeps destroying the trees, over and over, until someone interrupts - or another army shows up. ]
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All right.
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He won't let her go. His grip is secure. ]
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His grip shifts, firms on her, and then he pushes off harder, this time, leaping high above the hill. It's odd doing this in daylight, when he can see rather than sense the ground below. He tosses out a coin, and pushes it down; there's a jolt when the coin hits the ground and the push transfers back to Zane. He uses this jolt, and another couple little pushes, to land them on the ground. It's a little rough, but secure. ]
You like it?
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It was-- [Something. She lets out a breath that's almost a laugh, and nods.] Yes.
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Can I show you how it makes me feel?
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He pulls on excitement and anticipation, thrill and the stomach-light feeling of free-fall. He riots her sense of freedom, leans on that hard, to tell her how it seemed he would be unrestrained, that the sky would be all open. ]
When you're Mistborn, no one can touch you. No one can hold you back, unless you let them.
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I don't know how you can stand to ever come down.
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