Let It Go

The air was cold like the freshly fallen snow. The wars had been taxing both mentally and physically. Sheikaris and Alex lead the groups to meet the enemies daily, but one day Rima vanished. Even with the power of the crystals combined, they could not find her, or rather, she did not want to be found.

Breathing raggedly as she scaled the snowy slopes of Storm Peaks, Rima's fingers were turning dark blue from the bruising and frostbite. Barely finding a perch to pull herself up onto, dropped her bag of supplies on the cliff face, shivering against the howling wind.
Moros came to her, speaking quietly, "You can't keep this up, you'll freeze! Then what use will you be to me?"
"Can it." She makes a small fire, huddling for the time being.
"This is ridiculous, Rima." Moros scolds.
She moves to check her water canister, hearing the icy sloshing of half frozen liquid, she takes the cap off to take a swig before putting it away. As she holds a hand up over her eyes, she peers at the horizon, frowning when she saw the dragon-flyers coming in on her position.
"Shit we gotta move." Rima grabs her things, stamping out the fire hurriedly.
She gasps as one of them throws their blade, getting a clean cut on her leg and causing her to fall. Carefully hovering around the cliff, the flyers roar.
"You know what to do." Moros says as the wound heals on its own and Rima stands.
She grips her blades, only to be stopped by one of the dragons clawing the cliff, causing it to begin cracking and crumbling.
"Oh you son of a-" She feels the rocks slip from out from under her and cause her to go sailing through the air.
As she tries to maneuver herself through the air, she barely dodges the blades being thrown past her and the flames of the damned dragons.
Hearing Moros in her head, "Let me take control. Let the crystal course through you. Let it go."
Rima closes her eyes tightly, feeling the sparking in her blood that caused her so much pain previously. Her eyes snap open, bright red, as the frozen ocean and the sharp rocks comes into sight, cracking with sick sounds of breaking bones and appearing in a splatter of blood were wings of bone and muscle sinew. Spreading them quickly as her elbows pop and blades from bones appear on her upper arms, tearing through the fabric of her suit, she manages to yank herself upwards into the air. She meets the elevation that the dragon-riders were hovering at, she latches onto one of the dragons as her hands glow black, causing the dragon's life to perish and send it plummeting before hopping to the next. Rinse and Repeat.
She allows Moros to take control as she remains in the air. Moros moves her to just outside Bouldercrag's Refuge. She lands in the powdery snow as her body begins returning her skeletal structure and muscles back into place, sealing the wounds but leaving the scars and tears in her clothes. She feels her vision blur as she saw a familiar metal figure running towards her.
"Rima!"