The primitive painting is spread not only across the cavern's walls, but the ceiling as well. Well, I say primitive, but it's actually quite modern. It's just a little hard to call vague cave paintings anything but primitive, even if it used more modern symbolism. It makes me wonder if it was painted just before The Fall. Man, how long has it been since that? Three years? Five? Well, whatever, it seems this thing says a lot of cryptic things about it.
"Hey, Isaac." Paisley says, forgetting to use codenames again.
"Remember codenames, Park?" Hopefully she doesn't make that mistake again.
"Nobody's around, it's fine." What is she thinking?
"Listen, somebody could be concealing their presence and listening in on us!"
"Then you shouldn't be so loud!" She said, only lowering her voice halfway through her sentence.
"Stop fighting, you two." Mom says, partially distracted with reading the presumably Pre-Fall markings. I swear, she just says that out of instinct. I bet she knows we aren't even really fighting, she just wants a polite way to say "shut up." Not that I can really blame her.
Anyway, I should try and put more effort into concealing my presence, or else we're gonna have a problem. But since doing that limits my capacity to think, I'll spend another moment trying to interpret this painting. Not that there's much to interpret. It depicts a ravenous monster getting sliced by a blade in different ways. But no matter what happens, it just keeps getting up, only to get stuck down again.
Alright, I think that's enough art, gonna try and suppress my thoughts now.
"No need."
I spin around to see a masked figure that I have never seen before. As opposed to my sister and mother standing behind me, being the masked individuals who have seen me before. The guy has a standard white, featureless mask, but the bottom half where the mouth would be is broken off, and replaced with a large mouthpiece. It doesn't distort his voice much, other than there now being a slight echo.
Only a moment later he summons something in his hand. A scythe with a clearly defined handle, and a pipe normally where the last bit of the heel of the scythe would be. It's smaller than most scythes too, enough for him to hold it in one hand, but also large enough for him to use it with two. He spins the scythe around and bends his legs, ready to pounce to the left.
"Well, you think you're extra, aren't you?" Is all Paisley gets out, as she pulls something out of her left pocket.
Then, he pounces, swapping to a two handed grip as he begins to run across the wall! He grips his weapon's handles tightly, and smoke starts shooting out of his weapon's pipe! At this rate, he's going to surround us in smoke. I reach into my clay ammunition. From that simple pile of clay, I pull out a Clay Seed! His feet are moving predictably, there's only so many ways you can run across walls, even with our supernatural abilities. I flick the seed into the wall where his foot is going to be, it cracks the wall, partially cracking the mural in the process. He quickly notices it and jumps off the wall.
Not that it matters much, whether my seed grew into vines that suspended his feet, or if he jumped off the wall, I just wanted to limit his options. As he's soaring through the air, he's not able to change his trajectory, but he does roll in the air, cloaking our vision on the way down. Luckily for us, Mom hopped in his way, and set up her wall, it's a ridiculous name. I get it, "Our pride and joy" is supposed to be me Paisley, and Georgie, but it's a mouthful.
Mom pulls her hands together for a moment, before quickly spreading them apart, creating a thin, translucent wall. The color changes depending on how she feels, but I can't determine the color right now, since the moment she took her hands apart, she was covered in smoke!
Suddenly, I hear the sound of flesh rending, and a bit of blood splatters on my pants. If Mom's unconscious, her ability won't work! I look to Paisley, who I see now has a handgun, aiming at the smoke. With the smoke slowly spreading in all directions, I can assume that he's waving his weapon around.
I turn to Paisley and give her a hesitant look. I'm going in, don't shoot. She looks at me for a moment, and sees through my intentions clearly. For a brief moment, I'll conceal my presence, as I jump into the smoke. Then, I'll have to rely on my instincts rather than conscious thought for me to know when to reveal myself and activate some of my physical defenses. I conceal my presence, and take a leap of faith.
.
..
...
Now!
I feel myself cloaked in brightly colored polygons, as I feel the scythe's blade make a scrape on my defensive shield. I feel Mom's body at my feet, and the ridiculously bright light from my forcefield allows me to see that the enemy's jumped back.
I reach down towards her, making sure to have two of my fingers graze the blood splurt on my leg, and pull out a seed from it's tiny source, allowing myself to plant that seed into her wound in one fell swoop. Despite my efficiency, I feel the cold edge of the iron split open the connection of my ear to my head, and I yell out in pain in response! Damn it, my right ear was nearly cut clean off! If it weren't from my high amount of pain tolerance, I would've kneeled down by now. But, I will not kneel!
I jump back, and quickly generate an Isaac Seed from the wound, and immediately plant it in the same wound. The seed grows in response to psychic energy, but to heal a wound this intense will take a lot of it. I don't have much of a choice right now, since Paisley is to the right side of me, it's very important that I'm able to hear anything she says clearly. As I fly back, I force psychic energy to surge through my ear, almost like flexing a muscle. In response, the seed quickly grows, and I can feel it's little vines wriggling as it reattaches my ear to my body.
"Locksmith."
I sense a giant, two handed warhammer just a bit ahead of me. It's made of mental energy, rather than an actual warhammer cloaked in physical defences. Because I flexed so much energy just a second ago, he was able to quickly locate me! Damnit, if that thing really attacks my mind's "Lock" then...! Damnit, no time to think about it now, just have to defend! I have to put all of my mental energy into mental defences! I focus it all into my hand, I might be able to fully block it! I re-adjust my hand to block the attack!
I grab the warhammer's handle just below the hammer's head! I got i-
But the hammer's head kept going. Since it wasn't made out of physical energy, the user could split apart it's shape as he wished. B-but... with an attack that strong, going that fast...! I have no time to relocate my energy, so I can't block this attack at all.
I know Psynesis user's can think much faster than normal people but... even with that in mind, time has slowed more than it ever has before.
This is like what happened when you're about to... die?
But if I die here... everyone will...
They'll...
Damn it...