The blast took my breath but I kept my footing. I remember thinking that this was going to be the most exciting death ever. Complete with karmic irony!
My glowing hands clenched the metal railing, that flimsy ass railing, so tight I knew it was going to break if I moved. This was the end of the world, as far as I knew it. This was me finding my voice by accident for the first time. When I realized the blast didn't kill me, or knock me down the windy fucking staircase that snaked up the inside of this ridiculous "wizard" tower this bitch lived in, I immediately panicked and screamed. It was so primal that I lost myself in the moment, in the sound, inside of the vibrating metal of the flimsy ass railing. Glass broke around me, above me. It rained down the stairs and threatened to slice out my god damn eyes. That's when it all started going really well for me.
The Witch named Fury was stunned. She may have possibly run out of - mana? Chi? Mojo? Fucking magic juice? - or simply gotten careless. But I found a hole and I exploited it. Two twin beams of energy blasted from my open palms and pinned Fury to the wall. Rock and dust sprayed everywhere. It kind of got in my mouth, which is odd that I remember that detail as being one of the worse things that happened to me that day.
That's the point where this all starts getting fuzzy.
Somehow I ended up mostly buried in a giant pile of rubble and Fury was nowhere to be found. What is even weirder is that I was in a completely different part of town than the one I entered the tower from. But the flimsy metal railing was there, the concrete dust tasted the same, fucking everything about it. The same! Oh, except for being pinned beneath an armoire that smelled like old lady perfume. I had forgotten seeing that in the way in cus I was all sneaky sneaky floor's a creaky. You get the picture.
Come on, now, Cosmos, don't fail me now.