The giant boulder crashed into the much smaller one, and she managed to slip just out of its impact zone at the last moment.
She felt the impact jolt through her body, but she kept her grip firm with only one hand gripping onto it and gravity against her, her grip could break any moment.
She took a look at Dorian, his face had healed, and his skin was pale now; with the redness gone, he was back to normal. She still held his hand around her, fastening his grip so he wouldn't fall off.
She knew it would be difficult and suspected things would get much worse for them. As she projected her next move, a sharp crack formed by her hand.
She feared the part she held onto would break off, but the crack quickly ran through the entire giant boulder, with more forming around it. The other boulder was still falling against it and was the primary cause of the cracks.
She knew her only chance at escaping this would be to get to the top of the other boulder before this one shatters and before they all hit the valley.
She put all her strength into her left hand, the one she held on to. A leap against gravity using only one hand was impossible for normal people, but for her, it was a great challenge, but things could go wrong easily.
She heard a loud cracking noise and the boulder she hung onto began splitting in two. It was now or never for her.
She was on the other side, away from the intact boulder, and by her calculations, she knew it would take at least two leaps to make it to safety.
The half she was on was the one drifting away from the giant boulder and its other half. She dug her fingers deep into the rock causing cracks to form around her grip.
With her grip firmly secured she had a launch pad to propel herself from. Deep within the recesses of the ruined mountain, the gray giant, the war machine, was clawing its way back to land.
It had escaped falling into the depths of the volcanic hells that lay deep in the underbelly of the Mountain. It was of its own foolishness, but he blamed the war mother, and It wanted to crush them now more than ever.
The wind was getting heavier and heavier, and it was twisting her hair against her. With her grip firmly in place, she prepared to propel herself upwards.
She took a deep breath, and her muscles toned like steel; more cracks formed on the rock, and she raised her head and spied at her goal; it was the tip of the boulder. With the might of Hercules, she threw herself upwards.
The tight leather selves around her arm ripped as her muscles grew beyond their limit for a slip second. It was the uncanny strength of a war mother, the unpredictability of their design.
She flew into a thick waft of dust clouds created from the shattered mountain. Dorian soon opened his eyes and thought he had gone blind as he could only see brown everywhere but Hellena could see, she could see beyond it all.
Before Dorian could realize the danger he was in, being hauled upwards against gravity, she had already landed a firm grip on her goal, she made it to the tip of the boulder
Dorian, still queasy from having his whole face crushed, made the mistake of looking down. He saw the barren terrain of the valley like a picture being slapped against his face, he screamed and pulled away from her in fear, almost falling off her back.
Her grip on his hand was firm but a new problem was born from his ruckus. It had caused the part of the boulder she held onto to crack. It could shatter at any moment, but she was still panicking; he couldn't stop looking down.
"Hold me!" she screamed at him.
He grabbed onto her tight, wrapping his arms around her breast all without even realizing it. Hellana rolled her eyes, annoyed by what he'd done but she knew she had bigger problems and thought it better to save it till after they crash land.
The rock broke into pebbles under her palm. But she had her right grip secured already, she looked down and knew this was as good a time as any to make her way to the top of the other boulder, as the valley was near.
She was nestled in the boulder shadow and its influence was a dire one. It made the boulder fall fast and it would double the impact on it and crush it to bits when they impact the valley.
Hellana secured a double grip; she needed both her hands to throw herself; this time, her goal was much higher than before, and with the distance from the valley shrinking towards a mare two hundred feet, time was not on their side.
She put her all into it, talking in a deeper breath, her muscles toned and the tight leather sleeves ripped even further. Her arms began turning red and the sunlight reflected off the sweat she exuded. She raised her head and spied her goal.
One hundred feet, now or never, no do over, instant death on impact. She threw herself against the pull of gravity towards the boulder.
Her power was so much, she miscalculated her own strength. She cut the timeline of the boulder she had been on in half and made her downward force send it crashing down faster than it should.
She threw herself beyond the reach of her goal, stretched out her hand, and top grazed her finger; it was a rare moment of her outdoing yourself and hating yourself for it.
She had never mastered how to gauge her own strength, and that had cost her troubles before, but now it could leave her capture and the sin lost to the wrong hands.
The wind blew against her as she fell. Dorian had his eyes closed the entire time, he could feel them hauling upwards but had been too scared to open his eyes or scream.
The boulder was a few feet below them now, and it looked like they would make it in time. Then, out of the dust clouds of the mountain came a thundering roar.
The war mother turned and saw the war machine come out of the clouds. A confident grin lined her face, and she seemed unworried.
She put her arms to her sides, streamlining herself and increasing her rate of descent, and in no time, she had a grip on the top of the boulder. With her goal achieved, she prepared for impact.