She brings down the cane with precise force, the sound nothing less than striking the earth, that peculiar beat of thunder that had rang in the trial. Only now, everything isn't seeking strange metal, but directed fully at Erin Peters. An echo that lodges into her skull, unbalancing, sharp and discordant, vibrating out through her nerves.
It's bad enough when done at a distance, when there's the hope some of it dissipates. But Erin is right there, with no chance of it going anywhere else.
Ten seconds, and it subsides, it leaves her be. Yet it's ten whole seconds to feel it.
And for those ten seconds, aside from Helena, those in the general vicinity of several floors are aware of Erin too - her exact placement, her movements. It leaves, but the imprint is there, as if nudged into perception for a lasting glimpse.
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She brings down the cane with precise force, the sound nothing less than striking the earth, that peculiar beat of thunder that had rang in the trial. Only now, everything isn't seeking strange metal, but directed fully at Erin Peters. An echo that lodges into her skull, unbalancing, sharp and discordant, vibrating out through her nerves.
It's bad enough when done at a distance, when there's the hope some of it dissipates. But Erin is right there, with no chance of it going anywhere else.
Ten seconds, and it subsides, it leaves her be. Yet it's ten whole seconds to feel it.
And for those ten seconds, aside from Helena, those in the general vicinity of several floors are aware of Erin too - her exact placement, her movements. It leaves, but the imprint is there, as if nudged into perception for a lasting glimpse.