Feral on the Ice
"It's a Recursive Harmonics trap! The first mine triggers the second, and the frequency doubles every three seconds! If the fifth mine goes off, it'll liquefy our internal organs!"
Elara stopped at the edge of the pier. She didn't have time for a bridge. She looked at the water, where the second mine was beginning to glow with a deadly, pulsing light.
"Zane, I need the ground!" she commanded.
Zane slammed his sapphire staff into the wooden pier. He didn't heal; he absorbed. He channeled the vibration of the first explosion into his crystalline arm, his skin glowing a violent, painful blue as he acted as a lightning rod for the sound.