Walk it off, buddy ĎÂ ADAM & NORA
âDestruction is evident, she didnât need to see it with her own eyes to know that. Despite how normally unshakable she was in the face of destruction, there was no stopping the rapidly heavy feeling from sinking in the pit of her stomach and making itâs home there. Hands clapped over her ears at the explosive noises that rocket from the television set in her apartment, smile completely wiped from her face.
She didnât really understand most of the things being said, things about power vs those without, but she got the gist. It was about proving what normal people were capable of. The more she thought about it, the more it weighed on her, so she decided it was something best left for later. Whatever the woman said about it rebuilding later and people coming back didnât make it any better, and so Nora put it into her head that as a Huntress, she had to help. Regardless of whether or not it would end up being a fruitless endeavor. Giving up wasnât in her vocabulary.Â
Being only one sector away meant it wasnât as long a run as it could have been, despite still being a lengthy distance, but it took a lot more than that to tire her out. On the way, sheâd filled her empty hands with a lengthy pipe off the side of a building, offering a simple loud apology as she continued. Being weaponless at all times wasnât a feeling she enjoyed, and being prepared was one of the mottos of Beacon. There was so much smoke in the air, yells in the distance, people going this way and that in the chaos that ensued, and this reminded her of a startlingly familiar scene from before she arrived.
The only difference was there was no Grimm to beat this way and that. This was solely the work of a person.
Pink soles slow down on the concrete as somebody seems to hobble a block up from her, all black and red and sticky. The way he walks causes brows to knit together, and she moves her weapon from itâs position raised in front of her to her side as she pushes herself up on her toes as if to get a better look at him from her position at his back.
And then sheâs hastening her pace so sheâs a few steps behind him, taking notice of the blood that seems to drip from his clothes, worry lacing her voice.Â
You look really hurt...I can take you to a hospital! Come on, itâs probably not far! â
She admittedly doesnât know where it is, or who this guy even is, but that wonât stop her.Â