+3:20 Rail-Transit to Evergreen Court+
+Cor-National Public Trans-Rail / Bus 36Ṩꝯ+
+Weather Advisory: Sleet expected for the following - +
The wind-shear was bruising pain up his ribs and something felt slipped and tightening just under the left lung-cage. Sleet was needling, ignoring his tunic, lancing icing striations up across his knuckles, up and onward, ‘till the cold damped and seeped into the muscle planes glued about his shoulder blades. Seydon breathed and fought the shear for oxygen intake, daring to take his eyes forward against the gale howl rushing into his face.
Coronet strobed past. The 3:20 rail-bus for Greenway Court was locked onto an automatic route and something had shorted droid-brain controls governing emergency stop contingencies. The tethered cars were stuck, stalled at nominal speed, with First Coronet Responder teams under Cor-Sec escort struggling to match their pace and evacuate passengers. Somewhere, a diagnostic and engineering team were busied with the locomotive conductor, making stop-gap repairs to stop the tram. Siren sound and light were shifting with doppler-effects, streaming behind Cor-Sec speeders haranguing Car 36Ṩꝯ-G overhead.
Spotlights flecked sun-spots in his vision. Seydon dug a hand about a weld-rivet and turned atop the car roof, his boots squealing where they caught flutes of coursing water. Blood, skin motes, strings of pale flesh loosed from ragged wounds stuck with plexi-glass stumps in his bicep meat and fell away. He couldn’t lose the ringing in his ears and was certain, too, that his nostrils were plugged with gore. He spat and grimaced, leaning back into a very low haunch. Still scrabbling for purchase with his heels as Razorlight turned and warded, hacking at the robed shape haunting him atop the tram car.
“Just what do you want??” He pushed his voice over the wind shear and flicked the blade-tip at [member="Lyn-Char Beorht"].