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The water hit right after she said it.

Sunstrike was thrown off his feet and he tucked himself protectively around Flare, his ribcage taking the most damage and bruising. They'd gotten some distance away, but there was a lot to be said for some of the debris that came along with the rushing torrent.

Lungs burning he finally managed to shove himself upwards, breaking the rushing water with a gasp, pushing Flare up for air first. He coughed and choked, disoriented and rapidly losing most of his senses. A large piece of dam floated by, and before he could lose any more he shoved Flare onto it.

The makeshift raft was then ripped from his grasp before he had a chance to get on, falling under the water again.

He had to get his shoes off, which he managed barely kicking to the surface again in time...coughing and sputtering he searched about, but the raft and Flare had ********..."

Flare nearly lost consciousness at the pain. Though Sunstrike was shielding her from the worst of it, she had the disadvantage of almost every part of her body being injured...and so it hurt like hell.

She found herself shoved onto a drifting piece of wood, the sensation bringing more dizzying pain. She could still see, but the world around her had ceased making any sense. All she could do was cling to the raft and hold on to the energy she had charged.

It wasn't until the current had carried her far away that she realized she was alone.

Where was Sun?

She twisted around, trying to see if he was somewhere nearby, being carried along by the current. But the world was so...faded, like it didn't mean anything anymore.

She barely had the strength to cling onto the raft as the current swept her further and further away.

Sey stirred a little, groaning and rubbing her forehead. "Where...?" She had vague recollections of danger: Eint holding her aloft confirmed it, though she was still groggy.

"Get us out of here," she mumbled, trying to regain her wits. Unerringly, the Guardian followed the renewed course of the river.

Stryphe awoke, waterlogged and sore. The portion of the dead woods closest to the now demolished dam was no more than a soggy wasteland- Stryphe was an insect under a moist board in God's back yard. The left half of the damn that had fallen away from the main structure had been like having building thrown on him- the dead trees, as if they knew him from long ago, had mustered up enough strength in their trunks to protect him. The majority of the peice of dam had been washed away, but a large chunk had splintered off of the main section and remained on top of Stryphe and the area around him for a ways.

Splinters littered the ground around him- he could feel them as he searched around blindly for his halberd. The only sound was the sound of his breath- it felt to Stryphe like he'd been burried alive.

Gotta get out of here- now. He thought, finding the shaft of his halberd and gripping it tightly.

A few moments later, a gargantuan blade of green energy, an extension of Stryphe's halberd, peirced the center of the massive fallen structure. The spiritual blade towered above the dead forest like a glowing, glavie shaped skyscraper, magnified not only in length but in width and thickness. It stood, dominantly vertical for only a moment, before it was slammed down into the crust of the earth.

Light shone down into the split half-dam and onto Stryphe's face- his weapon was already back to normal, the phantom blade already having been dismissed. He was laying against what was left of one of the dead trees that had kept him from being completely smashed. He looked like hell.

Letting out a sigh, he shifted his back higher up against the remains of the dead tree and leaned his head back against it, letting his mouth hang open in releif. His grip on the halberd loosened and he just sat there for a minute.

"Christ- I'm alive," He reflected, sounding almost as if he'd just realized it, "so she didn't die, then..."

He stood up and stretched, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck and whatnot.

"...Good."

After taking off the completely uncomfortable-when-drenched dress shoes and socks, he leapt from the space in between the two peices of the once proud dam, only to find a lone shade- a scout. It proceeded to tell him of the next objective given by Omikron. To the dead woods.

And lo did Shouyin reach the dam's base. How very little he wanted to be here again, but at least he wasn't underwater inside a small dome. Although then he'd stayed dry. Yawning he tried to ease out his breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth, all through the diaphram. He was feeling some exhaustion and tightness and he wanted to loosen out his muscles before things got tight again.

As if to symbolize this he withdrew the Mark II from its sheath at his left breast, holding it reverse-grip.

The destroied dam. He supposed he had helped it along a bit, what with distracting the people who were trying to take out their bomb carriers. Well, it was going to serve him now. He continued to sneak along the dam, keeping himself hidden from any eyes in the woods below.