[ There are moments where Emilia having the intensity and passion of a blinding sun is, ah, unhelpful. But it works for her here, when there's no time to think, really — if you give into second-guessing, you're already some steps behind.
You trust your instincts, and you act.
She hears Wangji at her ear, same as that fateful night in Taravast, and she directs Opal to turn so that they are facing the wyrm as opposed to away. She puts enough weight on her feet that sudden and brutal shift forward doesn't have her falling.
There's a healthy distance between the beasts, least for now, as Emilia hurls a mote of fire at the frost wyrm's throat. In theory. The wyrm thinks it is now playing a game of chicken with the dragon at the other end, hurtling toward Opal with great speed.
Another mote — a tad less precise oop — as she thinks to Lan Wangji finish it. She swoops down with Opal before there can be a collision, but also anticipating her need to play catch. ]
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You trust your instincts, and you act.
She hears Wangji at her ear, same as that fateful night in Taravast, and she directs Opal to turn so that they are facing the wyrm as opposed to away. She puts enough weight on her feet that sudden and brutal shift forward doesn't have her falling.
There's a healthy distance between the beasts, least for now, as Emilia hurls a mote of fire at the frost wyrm's throat. In theory. The wyrm thinks it is now playing a game of chicken with the dragon at the other end, hurtling toward Opal with great speed.
Another mote — a tad less precise oop — as she thinks to Lan Wangji finish it. She swoops down with Opal before there can be a collision, but also anticipating her need to play catch. ]