High school is terrible, and Ellie has a bad case of 'senioritis'. She has a better reason than most of her peers though; wraiths won't hunt themselves. Still, if she comes in a couple times a week, social services will stay off her ass. And she wants to talk to the new girl, Fleming.
They share this lunch period, so she shouldn't be too hard to track down.
A few streets in, and she can hear the noise of a fight from behind the buildings.
Electricity crackling between knives embedded into the walls blocks entry to the alleyway.
Ellie would probably be upset if she entered her territory, but she's already made that mistake.
Hopefully she doesn't mind the interruption.
Do you need any help?
Fucking- what are you doing here? Don't move, I'm coming out.
A muffled grunt of pain, then Ellie stumbles out through the gate, clutching her left shoulder.
That's easy enough.
She reaches out to heal her.
"I wasn't sure if you needed backup, but if you do, backup."
"I can't do as much as you can, but two are still better than one. I'll stay out of your way."
"Need a better plan than that." She nods at Gwen's club. "Can you take melee?"
"I can. I have some minor wind powers. I use them to corner them but I've never tried with this many."
"Okay. I'm going to go around the back, get up on the roof, try to set up something big. I'll drop the gate, you stay on the ground, keep them penned for me."
"Try not to die."
She heads off around the block. After a moment, the knives in the alley walls disappear.
She goes inside, club at the ready. She shouldn't need to use it, but just in case.
She goes looking for wraiths.
It's not like they're hiding, shadowy amalgamations of eyes, teeth, and lava that they are.
She calls upon the Mighty Forces of the Wind to form a curved wall, trying to push them against a building.
They're buffeted back, but the wall starts looking melt-y.
They can break through my walls, but not immediately. I won't be able to do this for long.
She adds another layer around the first.
Just hold them.
She checks the charge in her soul gem. Should be enough, grief cubes after.
Raise hands, eight knives, throw them down crackling with barely-contained charge, landing amidst the group. One larger knife thrown upwards, spinning, end over end until the apex- CRACK! A searingly brilliant bolt cuts down from the sky, guided to the knives on the ground and jumping out to fry each of the wraiths, which dissolve into a small pile of black cubes.
Convenient enough for her, then.
She relaxes, admiring the results.
Nice job. Do you know why there were so many?
Ellie jumps lightly down, her green-and-black skirt hardly billowing. She kneels to pick up one of the cubes and presses it to the gem on the inside of her forearm.
"Happens sometimes."
"I was just wondering if the Japanese girls you mentioned might be paying attention to us now."
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