In the obscure darkness, that tall and slender body with strange outlines was like a thin curtain, which was suddenly torn open by something, so light that it shook people's perception of its weight and size.
The already abnormal body shape became even more abnormally curved, the upper limbs were bent as if they were boneless, and the chest was hollow like a flattened box.
The soft tissue that was compressed to a moment was torn, and the friction sound of the broken end was so distorted that it was difficult to form an intuitive concept of what happened.
All I know is that in a very short period of time, the owner of that terrifying hammer no longer had the ability to continue swinging it, allowing it to slip out of his loose palm, and his body fell to the ground, like a piece of nightmare that never woke up.
The heavy cinders that precipitated out of it.
Yvonne stood there, feeling that her thoughts were stagnant at this moment. She moved her fingers and recalled the feeling of throwing objects.
The consciousness that has not completely escaped from the dream is still tired, immersed in the inexplicable sense of freedom of the lost dream and the huge gap between reality, and follows instinct and reflex actions, without even understanding what it has just done.
Long-term adaptation makes the body gradually accustomed to changes, and it often forgets what kind of things are lurking under the seemingly ordinary appearance, causing it to unintentionally show up when there is no control.
Standing there, she took a few deep breaths to understand the ins and outs of the matter. The first thing that appeared was the habitual panic. Just like every time before, when she realized something was wrong, the mistake had already been made, and the window frame, pen holder or glassware were broken by fragments.
Into the palm of your hand.
But the logical thinking that gradually gained the upper hand realized that the situation was different from usual. There was no need to feel sorry for the guy who had "abnormal" written on his face, and the copper candlestick probably wouldn't mind this little collision.
Some similar scenes came, mostly related to the dark night and doors. Noisy or quiet things were walking outside, beating against the flimsy shelter. All that could be done was to find a safe corner in a limited space.
But this time she stood outside the door. The darkness that filled every space like deep water enveloped her, and also contained malice of unknown shape and quantity.
The instincts burned in the blood and these memories create a slight fear, like salt water choked deep into the nasopharynx, a stinging danger and a feeling of insecurity. Behind it is a thick wooden door with a metal latch two fingers wide.
She tried to take a step forward, but it was not as difficult as she thought. Then she became faster and faster, becoming more and more comfortable, until she stood in front of the fallen body, which was moaning unsustainably.
It was different from the time in Westminster. He could feel the opponent's movements, even though they were very weak. This man who had been changed by some kind of power still maintained his consciousness after losing a hand and a quarter of his ribs. It was in vain.
Trying to save lives that are already on the verge of exhaustion.
The suffocation and pain prevented him from concentrating on thinking, so he just used his remaining hand to explore the injured area, trying to find the implant.
Yvonne saw that the eyeballs deeply embedded in the sockets reflected things previously covered by darkness and fanaticism: survival, pain, confusion, and his own figure, which was stretched by the spherical surface in the dim light and became long and dark.
[I've already done this once, it's no big deal]
With this thought in mind, I grabbed the exposed handle of the candlestick and pulled it out slowly and forcefully.
The copper structure was not designed for puncture and was not as hard as steel. It deformed under the violent impact and got stuck between hard objects. The entire upper body was lifted up by this action.
She tried to twist the handle left and right like she was dealing with a shovel drilled into the soil. The slightly wet metal surface was a little slippery, and the looseness was not ideal. It seemed that more things were wrapped around it, and it stopped completely.
She didn't know what it was, so she didn't think about it and subconsciously didn't want to think about it. She stepped on the spot next to the candlestick and applied more force.
The feeling of obstruction lasted for a short time and then disappeared. The brittle and tough things broke, and the regular trembling under the feet gradually became weaker and stopped completely.
The candlestick was freed from its shackles and returned to her control. The liquid gathered at the tip of the fixed candle and fell to the ground bit by bit.
Logically speaking, Yvonne felt that she should be frightened, cowered, and at the very least, nauseated. But in fact, she just accomplished all of this, like an uninvolved bystander, manipulating her hands and feet like a puppet.
My heart is not calm, some intense emotions are surging, but they seem unfamiliar because they have not been seen for a long time.
The tiny rustling whispers are endless, becoming sharper, whistling like a needle tip scratching. It clearly demonstrates the sense of existence, not only in the spirit, but also in the body, they are one.
For the first time, Yvonne heard something from inside, which was a direction; turning around and looking behind, a new sneaky shadow appeared in the open door.
The intruder, who realized that his hiding had failed, rushed over decisively, raising his murderous weapon. He had doubts about the ineffectiveness of his companions, but he did not think about what happened. He only felt that no one should be standing here to stop them.
Perhaps in anticipation, he could quickly win with his physical advantage, but what he was most worried about was that the witness would escape and attract more helpers.
The girl clearly felt that the things brought out from the fantasy were full of aggression, but she had to choose to compromise under the pressure. It was a part of herself but not entirely her own.
Before the unknown price comes, the carrier that takes root here also provides some unintended side effects - power, power enough to bring about change, and now is the occasion when it can and is suitable to use it, even the professor will support it.
That emotion is still pouring out, and grows with the swaying of heavy objects in his hands, making his spirit light.
Digging through thick barriers, rushing out from the depths of the closed heart, breaking away the depression and haze, and crushing self-doubt. It is not any processed emotion, but pure catharsis.
She released this power to her heart's content, used it firmly out of subjective will, and deeply understood why her guardian was not happy to see anyone touching it - things that subverted common sense naturally have an irresistible charm, even if
Knowing full well that this pursuit will lead to negative consequences.
The seemingly tall and invincible obstacle was shattered in front of it, the steel blade was rolled back, the finger bones were broken, and the skin was torn.
He wailed and fell back, covering his partially missing limbs, his body hunched over in pain, and the situation was reversed.
I can't hear the specific content, but it's mostly scattered modalities, incomprehensible curses and unwilling begging for mercy. Those half-understood fragments of words are too loud, active in every muscle that exerts force, symphony with the spirit,
Leaving her no time to listen to the last boring curse.
The hard bone plates shattered, and the brass silenced the voice of the bearer of this power, freeing him.
There is no second body that dares to make a sound.
The corridor became quiet, and in the air filled with the smell of rusty iron, there was a strange yet familiar chuckle of satisfaction.
Yvonne stood for a while, found a clean place to place the candlestick, lifted the limp monk with suspected concussion symptoms from the ground, and waited for a bunch of late arrivals to come up the stairs in a hurry.
"It's nothing, I solved it." She had wanted to say this for a long time.