Precipitation :: PG24

Prose

They rush and weave through the city streets, the bell ringing out loudly as they go. And then they see it. Illuminated by another flash of lightning, Tempest grins and they make their final sprint towards the slowly closing gate out of the city.

“FASTER!” the guard yells out behind them, “Don’t you hear the bell?! Close the gate FASTER!!”

“Too late darling~!” Tempest mocks, pointing her gun behind her and firing a shot directly at him sending him flying backwards. His mount balks and bucks, preventing any hope he might have of catching himself and he crashes to the ground as the gate slams shut in front of him, his quarry cackling away on the other side.

Transcription

Panel 1: Tempest grins and lightning flashes as they charge ahead, the streets nothing but a blur in the background.

Panel 2: The main city gate, slowly closing with the sounds of mechanical clunking and groaning metal. “FASTER! Don’t you hear the bell?!”

Panel 3: “Close the gate FASTER!!” the plumed guard cries out.

Panel 4: “Too late darling~!” Tempest replies, leaning backwards to face them and pointing her charged gun towards them.

Panel 5: FZZZAM! A bolt of lightning slams into the guard as they pass through the now rapidly closing gate. The guard’s mount bucks violently and he flies out of his saddle with a hefty grunt. “Sir!” The other guard calls out, and Tempest cackles in the distance.

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