There wasn't much more time to think, to check on each other, and so the fact that Kaz had saved a moment to come back to her in that silent exchange was noted. Kate nodded sharply in response before she finished gathering her things. Her quiver and bow were soon on her back, along with a rolled up bag of throwing knives she stuffed into her thigh bag. She wouldn't be able to take any extra arrows, but there was nothing irreplaceable in her duffel bag.
Every shot she and Jesper took would have to count.
"Got it!" Was her quick response to Kaz's orders. She was soon on the move, noticing that Nikolai was searching for something. After a quick exchange, they were both pulling the emergency raft and a bag with supplies that would help them survive out in open waters.
The plane groaned again as it was rocked violently by this supposed storm that had already won it's first battle. The waves crashed against theis metallic fortress, tilting slightly towards the back as it seemed to be struggling to keep its 'head' out of its wet deathbed. Water begun invading it, reaching to feet of those down at the back.
Lucky was nervous, heading up and down and whimpering before Nina grabbed his leash and kept him in place. Jesper, Wyland and Kate headed towards one of the emergency exits at the top, the one that would grant them more time before the water caught up. It took their strenght combined with Jesper's Grisha abilities for the metal to give up and obey them.
Kaz wasn't one to bother with idle turns of phrase, but he could appreciate the momentary literary irony of their situation. After all, he knew the power of words and visuals. He knew that right now, a literal mountain range divided them between safety and the enemy, and that the ships heading their way would want to sway them on the wrong side of that equation.
Numbers and angles. Those he felt more solid when working with, because wasn't even poetry a type of math when one got down to it?
Kaz couldn't keep the little raft afloat, and he couldn't keep the farthest away at bay. He could however maneuver his friends and family into the position to where they could best show their talents and keep everyone alive. He worked best from that position, the man behind a massive array of talent that everyone else underestimated. He simply put proverbial and literal knives in their hands and told them they were dangerous until they believed it.
Or, like Kate, he convinced to work alongside them. Just as she'd convinced him to work alongside her.
He tasted the bitter salt of the water, felt the waves rapidly throwing them as they made their way to shore. Lucky snarled and bit the arm of someone who tried to get too close, with Kaz taking care of the rest of them. Nina lulled people who veered near into a stupor as their long-range fighters held back the massive army.
Then the water fought back.
A man that Kaz had just stabbed, about to sink under, looked at him with a terrible blue smile. Eyes bled red with watery rage filling his veins, and the voice of ancient Tides said through his puppet mouth, "We are owed what was stolen from us."
The raft then capsized.
Kaz was thrown. Owed? Did they mean the drugs? Did they mean the man Kaz had stashed and proclaimed dead who had made the jurda parem? Did they mean the grave he should have joined Jordie in?
Did they mean something he didn't even know?
Kaz grasped Wylan, thrusting him towards Jesper. He then reached out to Kate, trying to tug them both along, with her doing plenty of the heavy lifting, to shore.
Almost there.
Nina behind them with terrible power cast the dead who tried to rise in the waves back against them. A bit of necromancy she hated to show and didn't want to talk about when they all were washed to shore, bedraggled, bloodied, and without any way home.
Kaz forced himself to his feet, stumbled as the watery edges tried to pull him back. "Northeast," he rasped hoarsely, like a destination was both the question and the answer needed right now.
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Every shot she and Jesper took would have to count.
"Got it!" Was her quick response to Kaz's orders. She was soon on the move, noticing that Nikolai was searching for something. After a quick exchange, they were both pulling the emergency raft and a bag with supplies that would help them survive out in open waters.
The plane groaned again as it was rocked violently by this supposed storm that had already won it's first battle. The waves crashed against theis metallic fortress, tilting slightly towards the back as it seemed to be struggling to keep its 'head' out of its wet deathbed. Water begun invading it, reaching to feet of those down at the back.
Lucky was nervous, heading up and down and whimpering before Nina grabbed his leash and kept him in place. Jesper, Wyland and Kate headed towards one of the emergency exits at the top, the one that would grant them more time before the water caught up. It took their strenght combined with Jesper's Grisha abilities for the metal to give up and obey them.
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Kaz wasn't one to bother with idle turns of phrase, but he could appreciate the momentary literary irony of their situation. After all, he knew the power of words and visuals. He knew that right now, a literal mountain range divided them between safety and the enemy, and that the ships heading their way would want to sway them on the wrong side of that equation.
Numbers and angles. Those he felt more solid when working with, because wasn't even poetry a type of math when one got down to it?
Kaz couldn't keep the little raft afloat, and he couldn't keep the farthest away at bay. He could however maneuver his friends and family into the position to where they could best show their talents and keep everyone alive. He worked best from that position, the man behind a massive array of talent that everyone else underestimated. He simply put proverbial and literal knives in their hands and told them they were dangerous until they believed it.
Or, like Kate, he convinced to work alongside them. Just as she'd convinced him to work alongside her.
He tasted the bitter salt of the water, felt the waves rapidly throwing them as they made their way to shore. Lucky snarled and bit the arm of someone who tried to get too close, with Kaz taking care of the rest of them. Nina lulled people who veered near into a stupor as their long-range fighters held back the massive army.
Then the water fought back.
A man that Kaz had just stabbed, about to sink under, looked at him with a terrible blue smile. Eyes bled red with watery rage filling his veins, and the voice of ancient Tides said through his puppet mouth, "We are owed what was stolen from us."
The raft then capsized.
Kaz was thrown. Owed? Did they mean the drugs? Did they mean the man Kaz had stashed and proclaimed dead who had made the jurda parem? Did they mean the grave he should have joined Jordie in?
Did they mean something he didn't even know?
Kaz grasped Wylan, thrusting him towards Jesper. He then reached out to Kate, trying to tug them both along, with her doing plenty of the heavy lifting, to shore.
Almost there.
Nina behind them with terrible power cast the dead who tried to rise in the waves back against them. A bit of necromancy she hated to show and didn't want to talk about when they all were washed to shore, bedraggled, bloodied, and without any way home.
Kaz forced himself to his feet, stumbled as the watery edges tried to pull him back. "Northeast," he rasped hoarsely, like a destination was both the question and the answer needed right now.