by Narrator » Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:46 pm
As Siberia and Tosh struggle and fight to support Sam Badb she can almost feel their efforts invigorating her. The Admiral may be in charge of the mundane but in this moment she's placing her support in a higher power, even if she may not be intending so. And from Siberia she can feel the rest of the ship unfold in her mind, a ship full of warriors and soldiers prepared to die for their cause. And on it's bow a green-haired figurehead marking the iron warship as Hers somehow. A place of power that infuses her and the spear she's driving into the manifested nightmare until the weapon meets it's counterpart and with one last heave Badb tears the creature in two, filaments of darkness scattering and fading away like smoke and with them the mental prison they had been trapped in.
In the real world Cailleach screams and clutches her head, flesh shuddering and twisting as she seizes up and collapses, cycling through countless faces on her way down until a young red-haired woman who looks remarkably like Sam hits the ground, unconscious, blood is trickling out of her ears and nose.