The first hour of the trip was spent navigating the city streets. Nesreca's ruins stretched for miles around the apartments, a maze of empty streets and abandoned cars. While they made the first leg of the journey, Espedon alternated his attention between navigating the roads, tracking the plume of smoke above the high-rises, and keeping an eye out for a functioning bicycle or any other mode of transportation that was easier than walking. There was no luck.
Espedon led the two youths along a main road which joined, eventually, with Highway 106. There was still snow on the ground, deep and, from all appearances, impassable. As the snow-banks rose to a point where traversing them proved too difficult, Espedon slowed to a stop. He paused for a few moments, and extended his hand ahead.
Then, there was a blade in his hand. Its hilt shined an otherworldly gold, its blade gleaming purest platinum. Its form was that of a simple arming blade, bearing red streaks of fiery luminescence. Heat radiated from the weapon, bending the air around it, melting the snow in reach of its aura.
The blade-seeker let the weapon go, and it hovered away from him, controlled by some unseen force. The heat-aura around it expanded and intensified, such that even Soubi and Ritsuka could feel warmth. Without stopping to explain this action, he began to run again. The blade continued ahead of him, about eight feet ahead, clearing a path for them.
Eventually, Nesreca's borders were reached, and a the way ahead came fully into view. Ten miles north of the city, a large plume of smoke rose into the sky, fire barely visible beneath it. Occasionally, an explosion would rise into the sky, adding to the black column rising above what once was the village of Cronoss.
Low hills gave texture to the expanse of snow between Nesreca and Cronoss. Espedon found himself wishing he had worn some sort of camouflage, anything at all to keep them covered . There was very little to hide them on the way there, but the fighting was still distant. Assuming there were no aircraft overhead, Espedon wouldn't be terribly concerned.
Cronoss was, fortunately for the trio, at the low point of the surrounding hills. It would be tactically advantageous, but they would have to get off of the roads and into the snow.
Espedon slowed before finally coming to a stop. He ate a bit of his dried pigeon and took a swig of water before placing the cloth pigeon-bag and the waterskin back in his back. Withdrawing his PDA, he turned to the other two.
"We have to get off of the road," he said into the PDA. "Let's climb that hill there, and see what we can see."
Angelfire, the Blade of Heat, returned to him, gliding into his free hand. He extended the weapon before him to clear the path off the highway. "We're almost there."
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Espedon led the two youths along a main road which joined, eventually, with Highway 106. There was still snow on the ground, deep and, from all appearances, impassable. As the snow-banks rose to a point where traversing them proved too difficult, Espedon slowed to a stop. He paused for a few moments, and extended his hand ahead.
Then, there was a blade in his hand. Its hilt shined an otherworldly gold, its blade gleaming purest platinum. Its form was that of a simple arming blade, bearing red streaks of fiery luminescence. Heat radiated from the weapon, bending the air around it, melting the snow in reach of its aura.
The blade-seeker let the weapon go, and it hovered away from him, controlled by some unseen force. The heat-aura around it expanded and intensified, such that even Soubi and Ritsuka could feel warmth. Without stopping to explain this action, he began to run again. The blade continued ahead of him, about eight feet ahead, clearing a path for them.
Eventually, Nesreca's borders were reached, and a the way ahead came fully into view. Ten miles north of the city, a large plume of smoke rose into the sky, fire barely visible beneath it. Occasionally, an explosion would rise into the sky, adding to the black column rising above what once was the village of Cronoss.
Low hills gave texture to the expanse of snow between Nesreca and Cronoss. Espedon found himself wishing he had worn some sort of camouflage, anything at all to keep them covered . There was very little to hide them on the way there, but the fighting was still distant. Assuming there were no aircraft overhead, Espedon wouldn't be terribly concerned.
Cronoss was, fortunately for the trio, at the low point of the surrounding hills. It would be tactically advantageous, but they would have to get off of the roads and into the snow.
Espedon slowed before finally coming to a stop. He ate a bit of his dried pigeon and took a swig of water before placing the cloth pigeon-bag and the waterskin back in his back. Withdrawing his PDA, he turned to the other two.
"We have to get off of the road," he said into the PDA. "Let's climb that hill there, and see what we can see."
Angelfire, the Blade of Heat, returned to him, gliding into his free hand. He extended the weapon before him to clear the path off the highway. "We're almost there."