The breather was over before it began, and Jing contemplated over everything he could possibly do to help as he watched his home get torn apart in search of the deserter. His eyes scanned the room for anything that could be used as a weapon, and he found some potential in certain items, but the invaders were well trained and would most likely be able to handle Jing attacking with an umbrella. He contemplated over moving to the kitchen for a moment, but the room was being searched and any effort to grab anything would certainly fail.
Upon hearing Inazuma’s shouts, his eyes widened in horror and his breaths grew more shallow. The colonel’s laughter only added insult to injury, and Jing caught himself whispering a prayer to the spirits in hopes that everything would work out in the girl’s favor.
He followed the command and dropped to the floor obediently, and for a moment he tuned out his own thinking and focused entirely on what could be heard from his current position.
Inazuma saw Jing hit the deck and raised her arms above her head, her fingers pointed upwards and touching. Colonel Lièrén raised his bladed arm as well, the point of the blade arcing away from Inazuma's exposed neck.
In what felt like incredibly slow-motion, Inazuma traced her fingers down her arm and through her core, feeling the massive charge building in her body.
Inazuma saw Colonel Lièrén's shift from murderous to fearful as she brought her charged fingers to meet the flat of the blade coming towards her.
The blast blinded Inazuma and blew her backwards, the metal band around her hair suddenly slackened in its grip. She blinked the stars out of her eyes and caught a whiff of ozone and burned hair. The metal-clad soldiers all lay askew on the ground, their very armor channeling the lightning that Inazuma had conjured. A few stirred, though Colonel Lièrén lay perfectly still.
Inazuma got up, ignoring the wave of dizziness that overcame her and hobbled towards Jing's prone figure. "Jing? Jing?? Oh please, tell me you're alright..."
