Sarra charged her ice, leaving a vacuum of low humidity behind her. She was gaining headway on Jack. She ignored the bursts of blue that shot both past and through her, and focused only on Jack and his death wish. His knuckle cracking, face smashing death wish.
Tench darted up to Anne from another angle, stopped for a moment and flew off with her in tow. No matter. Sarra drew in any available moisture, stretched her arms to her ankles, and listened to the ice crystals form with a smile. She got within a few feet of Jack, pulled her arms taut, and then she was tackled by another EnWol. Sarra released her icy build up in a random direction and howled with rage as the other EnWol, Florence, worked to separate herself from the single, newly fused mass.
“Are you out of your liquid mind?” Sarra yelled. She didn’t pay attention to Florence drawing her own body from Sarra’s and instead watched Jack chase after Tench.
Sarra pointed at Jack and looked at Florence; the fused mass separated.
“I almost had the jerk, why in Gaia’s name did you intercept my—”
“What in the world were you planning on doing by chasing after Jack when there were fireballs hurtling not just at the two of you, but at two more innocent people? Saving the day does not mean hurting oncoming innocents.” Florence said. Her gaze pierced Sarra.
Sarra slapped her chest.
“Anne was out of the way, and I could have stopped Jack!”
“And we protect the people before everything. Winning the war sometimes means losing small victories. Administer common sense next time instead of listening to your own pride.”
Sarra glared at Florence.
“You don’t know what he did to me.”
Florence jabbed at her own chest.
“I have a body count of over five hundred because of my own mistakes, and only an eighth of that was a part of the Third Riche. I’m still paying off the insurance for those deaths and I don’t want to see a reckless EnWol, Crimzon with a Z, have a track record that’s as bad as mine, or worse.”
Sarra curled her lip and crossed her arms.
“Isn’t this conversation pointless when there are villains flying around with us in the middle?”
Florence jabbed Sarra’s chest; she didn’t respond beyond letting her body jiggle.
“Don’t be cocky. Remember that a small battle has to be lost to win the war. We have back up to help. Now come on, you go after Jack and use some good old-fashioned common sense. I’ll try and calm Levan down.”
Florence flew upward and left Sarra feeling like she should be pleased that she was able to keep pursuing Jack, but she instead felt bitter about being ordered around. She saw Jack come up behind Tench.