Re: Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
"Void," Shard whispers. She could cut through into the next deck...but that one is lethal. That leaves the elevators Haarmon indicates. Her lips compress into a thin, thin line. "I..." For an instant she glances back over her shoulder, almost helplessly, at the others. Then her eyes turn back to the fire and her lips compress. "I can make it. But I probably can't get the colonel out without you, and I'll never get him back through the fire."
Hefting the extinguisher, she pulls the pin, readying it. And reaches back over her shoulder toward Juragga. "But I might cursed-well be able to suppress the fire enough for everyone to make it through. If you run. Juragga, I'll need the other extinguisher as well." Her lips quirk in a mirthless smile. "Might also let Nimadda know where I am."
Fear spikes through her for an instant. Walking into an inferno? She hasn't...she's never done anything on that level.
"Another fifteen seconds," her master intones behind her, and Shard struggles for silent peace, her scorched hands wrapped around the glowing ember.
Reaching within, she searches for that balance again. There's the cold emptiness of her training...and the beckoning heat of her atavistic fear and fury. They spiral about her like the ends of a spinning rod, each wobbling, unbalanced. Her eyes snap to Haarmon, Jalt, Juragga, Rhijans, You-Why and Oh-Oh. And the spinning slows, gradually coming to a slowly shifting balance within her.
The fulcrum, as always, is care.
"If anyone has a better idea, I'd be glad to hear it," Shard whispers, the heat beating against her body.
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