Thunder and Lightning May 9, 2021 14:25:13 GMT
Post by Arley on May 9, 2021 14:25:13 GMT
Well the wave has passed, but now the storm proper has reached us! Help me keep the house from being destroyed by the repeated lightning strikes for lesson four!
“This is batshit, master! Absolutely bloody madness!” The woman’s voice could barely top the howling winds as she leapt backwards away from the hastily lashed together pole moments before the first lightning bolt struck, scattering the wood and warping the metal in a cloud of splinters. Keeping the house intact was going to be a challenge for certain, an insurmountable one as far as she was concerned and yet somehow it was going to have to be done. The Kame House was all the man had and while his training methods were far from those of the military she couldn’t deny how good they had been for her or just how much she had benefited from them. The issue became how she was meant to handle this issue of course; they were on an isolated island where the tallest things were the house itself and a pair of taller palms, the third palm was useless to her in this regard, being shorter than the house itself. Losing any of them would be a blow so it didn’t help much to think of the taller trees as chances to get it wrong and really it was still somewhat hard to think through the cans she’d drunk the night before at the old man’s prompting.
What she needed of course was to get something higher than the house and trees… and that something needed to be conductive as well; jury rigging something more complex that the rake and broom combination nature had just annihilated was beyond her grasp, with the storm already overhead the woman just didn’t have the time even if she had the capacity and while she’d brought a handful of weapons with her in case of problems she simply didn’t have the capacity to fight lightning with knives. She was at a total loss and Roshi was beginning to have the hints of panic reaching into his own tone; the man was something else entirely, the woman couldn’t help but be impressed and wonder if perhaps the one who had recommended her to his training had ever seen the man fight properly. With his form augmented and muscular the old man hurled blasts of energy into the air, seemingly predicting where the strikes would land; clearly he had expected her to do the same but right now he was going it alone. It seemed that he had overestimated her, had expected her to know how to sense energy and there simply wasn’t the time to teach her… without that ability there wasn’t a way to predict where the bolts would fall and thus aid him and while she’d run back in to get her helmet and its inbuilt scouter the system simply wasn’t enough. It lacked the nuance and she began to appreciate how little hope she actually held in helping to save the man’s home.
Frustrated, angry at herself for being unable to aid a man who had dedicated nearly four weeks of his life to helping her improve, who had cared enough to try and ingratiate her with the locals and have her forge friendships the woman screamed her displeasure, drawing one of her knives and hurling it into the sky in what amounted to a tantrum, a fit of pique. Lightning flashed overhead and, to the side, a twisted lump of metal slammed into the sands, the grip melted and the object rendered useless… but still, still it had blocked one of the bolts. For the longest time the woman stared at it, Roshi exhausting himself defending his home from the cover of the palm nearby, until his body seemingly deflated, his strength finally at its limit. Drawing another pair of knives the rabbit shouted at the top of her lungs for the house’s other denizen to show himself, the elderly turtle pulling its head up over the windowsill as she let the two knives she held fly, each one taking another bolt from the blue before raining down into the sand near her. The woman only had so many things she could throw but she had a plan now, she had a way forward… she didn’t need to hold the line herself for long, merely long enough for Roshi to recover.
“The beer cans, turtle! The cutlery! BRING ME METAL AND MAKE IT FAST!”
Roshi watched, breath coming in deep draws, as the woman danced across the sand, losing objects with each motion like it was some sort of dance; another pair of blades, a set of dog tags as well though she winced as she did so with that one. When the turtle emerged with a selection of stuff on his shell the woman darted to and from him, as if unwilling to risk him being struck by a stray bolt, as forks, spoons and assorted cans went skyward. It was, in its own way, a tragic waste of food and drink, yet compared to the house it was a small price to pay. The entire effect was somewhat ruined as well when the cans and tins began to be used to draw nature’s wrath; there was nothing to ruin a howling maelstrom quite like having a short, sharp shower of partially cooked baked beans or lukewarm soup splattering across yourself and the side of the house to ruin one’s day. Yet when his strength returned he took back over while she hurried about, salvaging all she could find that was still shaped well enough to get the height she needed, ready to take over once again once his endurance ran out. Perhaps an hour later the island was a mess of strewn metal, the pair slumped against suitable surfaces, Roshi a tree’s bole and Arley the turtle’s shell, fighting for breath and weakly trying to laugh. It had been exhausting and she wasn’t entirely certain when she’d have the strength needed to stand again, but the house had been saved… there wasn’t anything left to eat or drink besides eggs, milk, bread and a rather elderly cheese but that was an issue that could be resolved easier than a lost home after all.