The water was rushing up to meet her and Aquene closed her eyes. She knew that it wouldn’t save her from the impact. When she broke through the water’s surface she screamed — it felt as if she were being shattered.
The pain lasted only a moment before there was blissful darkness.
Something happened though. Something the Equalist didn’t expect. She woke up on the grass near running water. Her body ached, but it was no where near as bad as what one would have expected when it came from falling more than a hundred feet into the raging waves of the ocean. The woman pushed herself up until she was resting in a kneeling position.
Assessing herself she could see that her uniform arm was shredded on the right hand, the gloved part missing on the left. The pants had several tears in them, and a boot was gone. Her right arm had a rather nasty looking bruise on it and a laceration was just below it. Her faced was tender to the touch — probably bruised along the cheek and the coppery taste on her lips hinted at one of them being split. Looking at her legs showed no damage, but when she shifted to get her she felt what must have been a bruised or cracked rib. She faltered slightly before forcing herself up.
She needed to find out where she was and find a healer. Spirits, she hoped that they’d take an IOU.