( there's no other option, in Kate's mind. these things are coming, that's a fact. and it's either let them, or fight it.
her brother is counting on her, and so the only answer is to fight. she doesn't bother to answer Caster's question, deeming it rhetorical, deeming the answer obvious as she sprints forward, using a burst of kinetic magic to speed herself up, and another to grab a loose plank of wood from the front of one of the stores she passes, wielding it with the same certainty she would a staff, quickly guarding herself from the swing of a sword of the nearest wraith, buying time for Caster to work her magic from the backlines.
once upon a time, she would have been the person in the back, waiting for her shot. weird how things change, isn't it? )
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her brother is counting on her, and so the only answer is to fight. she doesn't bother to answer Caster's question, deeming it rhetorical, deeming the answer obvious as she sprints forward, using a burst of kinetic magic to speed herself up, and another to grab a loose plank of wood from the front of one of the stores she passes, wielding it with the same certainty she would a staff, quickly guarding herself from the swing of a sword of the nearest wraith, buying time for Caster to work her magic from the backlines.
once upon a time, she would have been the person in the back, waiting for her shot. weird how things change, isn't it? )