"No! No!"

She looked up. Her visions was flashing between a blur and a mess. She gasped, feeling the gap in her left hand. No... they stole it...

She watched as two bounty hunters made off with Felicity's damascus finger. Yes. She had a damascus finger. It had been a gift. She had lost her pinky in her childhood and went many long years with only four digits on her left hand. Then, an unexpected friend had given her a glove with a damascus finger as a random gift. It had touched her deeply, an act of support after he had initially insulted her lack of a pinky when they first met. It... it meant so much to her...

And now, she had been held down. The glove was ripped off and they made off with a neat little gadget for some quick money. As they darted through the boulder littered countryside, she gritted her teeth. No. No, this would not do. She needed it back. Not just because it was so easy doing things with five fingers on both hands. Not just because the damascus seemed to especially hurt opponents in unarmed combat. Not even because it made her feel better looking; not getting strange looks from civilians for her missing appendage now. No, the real reason she needed it back that badly... was because of who gave it to her.

Leoric... You did care.

The winds howled, causing eerie noises to filter through the area. Boulders were seen left and right. It was like a city, the boulders towering high like watch towers. Grasses and plants were caressed by the winds below, blowing wildly below. The wind reminded her so much of him. She drew her arming sword, raising her other hand and activating her Mobility Assistance Device. Her M.A.D. shot a cable out and slammed into one of the towering boulders in the area. With a whirl, she shoot forward using the grappling hook. One of the bandits turned around, shocked to see Felicity Rhyolite swinging around a boulder and kicking off another jagged stone. She fell and rolled across the grassy floor. Not losing momentum, she pushed off and was darting even closer to them as her cabble retreated into her M.A.D.'s cuff.

"How!" The bandit cried, "That finger was connected to nerve endings! How is she not at least wincing in pain!"

Oh, yes. The nerve endings. She took the glove and finger off before sleeping most nights, and it hurt every time. It felt like burning in her knuckles, the disconnection. Her finger being forced off hurt even more. It was like acid was drizzled over an open wound, and she knew that her hand was irritated. Gripping her sword with her good hand, she continued to race towards them. She had suffered far worse than this physical pain. Quite frankly, losing her momento to him would be hurting way more. She needed it back.

"Give it back!"

She finally caught up with the first robber. He knew he was caught and turned around, raising his staff. Felicity's momentum was so rapid, she was unable to change direction when he rammed the staff right into her stomach. Her sword fell out of her hand as she felt the wind jammed out of her stomach and through her mouth. Tears of shock flooded her, but she was relentless. She grabbed the shaft and turned aside, pulling the hand closer even as her left hand throbbed. A solid punch landed, and the man fell knocked out. She bit her lip, looking up to see that the other thief had stopped to look, then turned and darted away. As she ran, Felicity swayed from that creaming. Still, she was not giving up. She used her M.A.D. once again and swung across boulders, flying higher into the air as she caught up with her attacker.

Releasing her grappling hook, she let herself freefall. Heavy and muscular, she landed a powerful kick on her enemy as she slammed into her. They skidded across the ground, dragging tufts of grass and kicking up cool dirt. As they slowed, Felicity reached and started desperately wrestling her glove back.

"Give it to me!"
"No!"

Possibly concussed from the tackle, the woman struggled to keep ahold of the item of interest. Felicity yanked the glove out of her hand, receiving a numerous kicks in the side from the struggling opponent. Felicity seemed unable to feel it as she pushed herself off her opponent. Struggling with lightheadedness, she continued to grip her prized possession. As she staggered and swayed, the man from behind her wheezed, "Fine... It's yours."

Felicity barely noticed him run up to his companion and carry her away. As she wind blew, her hair was blown around and in her face. The winds reminded her of him, as he used wind magic. She looked down to the glove, tears flooding her eyes as she ran her right thumb across the metal finger.

Leoric... Did you actually love me?

She stood alone, surrounded by cold and unfeeling boulders.