Sly felt like she was being stretched, smashed, burnt, and frozen all at the same time. It was agony and it was bliss, all at the same time. She could feel something pulling her along, almost like there was a rope tied inside her core that she was being pulled along. Something had gone terribly wrong, but she was in no position to try to figure out what it was.
She could almost feel things as they whizzed past her. One moment she felt intense heat that left her feeling crisped, and then there was such intense cold that she could have sworn there was frostbite on her face. She could see flashes of light that made no sense, and then millisecond long flashes of darkness so intense she wanted to recoil from them.
Finally she felt like the rope stuck inside her snapped, or was removed, and felt like she was falling. Her fall was short, and she faceplanted into something hard. Metal scraped against rock as she slammed into the ground, her armor steaming and smoking, while she felt icy cold to her core. She would have shivered would she had been able to move.
The ground around her felt scorched and barren, but she couldn’t even bring herself to open her eyes to see what it was. Suddenly, she felt something fly past her head so fast that it had to be something unnatural. Maybe a dragon? She put her hands under herself as a shot of adrenaline at the imminent danger of whatever it was that had just passed her surged through her body.
She opened her eyes, noting that the ground in front of her was black and semi-reflective, before something green and small flew past her face with a high pitched screeching noise and the smell of something she didn’t recognize. Something else careened past behind her with a similar sound. She pushed herself from the ground, noting that somewhere along the way her hair had come loose, obscuring her vision.
She could feel her armor around her body was hot enough to possibly be dangerous, but was in too much danger to even consider removing it. As she stood and gained her bearings, two more things streaked past her at speeds she hadn’t imagined possible. The only thing that came to mind was a high speed dive out of the skies on Malcarion. But these things were on the ground.
She put a hand out in front of her as a brown one came speeding toward her, but noted dimly in the back of her mind that it wasn’t slowing down anywhere near fast enough. She crouched as it approached her, readying herself to jump as that same high pitched squealing came from it. Something on the front of it blinded her as it approached, and she had to guess when to jump.
Slywyn pushed off of the ground as much as she could, leaping straight up into the air. She could catch only the faintest image of… a human? peering out of the thing. The sight startled her so much that she botched the landing, coming down hard on a foot and knee. Another one sped toward her, slowing down, but not nearly fast enough.
Slywyn hopped as well as she could, and she imagined in her mind that she must look something akin to a fish flopping on the ground after being thrown out of the water. The thing, whatever it was, impacted her with the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass. Slywyn had been expecting something a bit more solid, or at least something with less… give.
That didn’t make the impact at all less painful, though her armor took the brunt of the impact. And if she wasn’t mistaken, the person inside the… whatever it was, had begun screaming. The thing carried her a few feet before finally stopping with a sudden lurch, tossing Slywyn off the front of it to roll on the ground. She groaned, noting somewhere that it had definitely been a human inside of the thing. And that her nose was bleeding, which was likely the least of her injuries judging from the pain she was in.
Sly lay on her side on the ground until something touched her shoulder. She gripped it with her right hand, noting that whoever it was wasn’t wearing armor of any kind. Her mind instantly lept to a Mage, and she knew that if they were readying a spell as retaliation for her destroying their… thing, she was as good as dead.
Fortunately, all the thing in her hand seemed to want to do was scream some more and try to pull away, which wasn’t doing it any good. Sly turned her head to look at it, noticing another human. Several of the things that she had seen speeding along the road were stopped around her, parts of them leaning open. She could see the one she’d impacted looked severely damaged, and was leaking steam, among other things.
Slywyn rolled over onto her front and began to stand, all of her joints protesting furiously. Her left arm seemed to be mostly useless, but wasn’t bent at any odd angles. Just likely dislocated. She noticed several humans standing around her, but as they began speaking animatedly, she realized she couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
It sounded only very very vaguely like Common, but was so far removed from it only the basic sounds remained the same. Try as she might, she couldn’t pick out a single word she recognized among the multitudes.
A few of them gasped aloud as Slywyn rose to her full height of near seven feet. It seemed that while she was in a great deal of pain, the only limb with any severe damage was her left arm, which hung loosely at her side. It was dark, but that didn’t affect her much other than dimming her vision slightly.
She turned her head, and several more of them yelled something and pointed at her head. It seemed they’d noticed her ears. Sly tried to speak, her voice hoarse, either from the cold or heat, or just the method of transport, she couldn’t tell which. She tried Common, Darnassian, Draconic, every language she knew, but their sounds only grew louder as more of them approached and began speaking.
Suddenly, flashes began to emanate from the crowd. Slywyn caught a glimpse of some kind of handheld device and dove, expecting projectiles or spells to go flying past at any moment. She rolled and tried to come up, forgetting momentarily that her left arm was useless. She fell to the ground with the sound of metal grinding on the stone as she slid, her momentum carrying her through the crowd.
Several more screamed, the crowd backing away from her and scattering. Sly shakily pushed herself to her feet, realizing that there was a stand of trees not far away. One of them pointed to the sword strapped to her back and yelled something she still didn’t understand, and Slywyn decided that it was time to get away. She lowered her shoulder and charged for the treeline, cradling her left arm with her right as she bowled several of them over.
The din of the crowd faded swiftly as Slywyn sprinted at her top speed into the cover of the trees, and she was dimly aware that several impressed-sounding exclamations followed her.