Shanyume
Eight-legged Issues ( 8 ) - Small webs have begun to appear all over Destiny City at an alarming pace. The thin strands of webbing are surprisingly resilient and can be difficult to break, but that’s to be expected when you’ve got the charm of Destiny City’s unnatural wildlife. At least you’re not dealing with the car sized spiders of a few years ago. While the webs appear with great frequency all over the city, it can be difficult to see the spiders themselves. They are about an inch long at their largest, but even if they were smaller, it wouldn’t matter. They are almost completely invisible. When on their webs, they look like morning dew. When on you? Same thing. Thankfully, these spiders seem to want to keep to themselves, but it’s hard to do that when you can’t see them. If agitated, the spiders will bite. Being bitten can cause nausea, dizziness, fatigue and hallucinations. These symptoms can begin immediately after being bitten or can manifest up to a few hours after the toxins are introduced to the bloodstream. These symptoms may only last for a few hours—or up to a few days. No medicine seems to help this ailment, so you’re stuck weathering this one out on your own.
There was not supposed to be anything interesting about the chase, and Rakovanite had, in fact, banked on it being borderline boring. The only reason there was a “chase” at all was his graciousness in letting Vauxite handle the absolute nothing of a Page that had been unfortunate enough to cross their path. His Lieutenant was supposed to be managing his unreasonable anger issues toward Order. Rakovanite had genuinely no understanding of where such a hate stemmed from (they hadn't done anything to him, as far as the General was aware? But he was largely indifferent enough to not bother with asking), but giving him something to face just seemed a natural part of ensuring he could control himself and that he would do something responsible when standing before the object of his (likely misplaced) hatred.
Vauxite and the Page were decent mirrors of each other. Relatively matched in speed and maneuverability. Rakovanite couldn’t say with any certainty who would’ve ‘won’ if it had been just the two of them. Vauxite probably had more experience, and he definitely had more ability and likely willingness to end her life, provided he could catch her.
If it had just been the Page and the Lieutenant, maybe she could have been unpredictable enough to get away from Vauxite. But it wasn’t. Rakovanite accompanied his subordinate, and when the Page evaded down a city alleyway, Rakovanite teleported to the far side of it so that he was blocking the escape, with Vauxite advancing in the tracks of the Page. It was perhaps the same second the girl saw him and dove for a side gate, into someone’s yard, that something thin and hairlike striped across Rakovanite’s glasses.
“s**t,” the curse slipped softly from his lips as he jerked backward, swiping a hand impulsively down his face as his gaze tracked after the Page.
The sensation wasn't even enough to give him pause, besides to note that he'd felt something light and delicate against his skin. But in terms of something he should devote actual concern to? No. It was hardly so significant. Rakovanite was more interested in the knightling. He moved after her, ignoring the pinch he felt beneath his jaw and swinging his legs up and over the fence, and landing…
Rather gracelessly, in a heap in the dirt on his side, with a startled grunt when his legs weren’t where he expected they’d be, and hadn't moved how he'd anticipated they would.
If the Page girl had still been in his sight, maybe he would've blamed it on some trick she had up her sleeve- which might have been equally as odd. Pages were hardly known for their magical prowess or overall lethality. ...But she wasn't in his sight. Vauxite wasn't, either. The girl's aura slipped further and further away, and Rakovanite scrabbled to try and make it back to his feet with whatever dregs of dignity remained in him.
It was wholly mortifying, what an unsuccessful endeavor that was.
Rakovanite dragged himself up using the fence, an arm over the top of it, and his whole weight leaned against the blessedly low-height wooden planks. "Vauxite," he bit out in a soft hiss, scanning for where the Lieutenant should be close at his side.
