The Frozen Waterfall
by Soyvolon | Score: 3700
It started something like this: A painter sat on top of a rock, placing each color of paint delicately on his canvas as he drew the waterfall that crashed into the lake near his chosen spot. The air was clean, the sky empty of clouds. Which, admittedly, made it very easy to see the approaching object, but the painter was too involved in his work to look any further upwards than the ridge the waterfall cascaded off of.
All it took was a single moment, a painter without his phone, and no clue of the danger approaching to gift him with a sight that would stick in his mind for the rest of his life.
It was a sharp whistling that made the painter finally realize something was wrong. A nightshade had lobbed an array of highly explosive shards at his location simply because the painter was there. The streaks of black light detonated against the rock walls as a blinding white light overtook the painter.
Not many have been with an archangel when they teleport during combat. No one truly knows how it occurs besides those brave few who use the ability in an actual fight. But the painter knew it looked something like what he was experiencing in that moment.
Everything stood frozen, the waterfall disrupted from the explosions, sending water shimmering into the air yet still like little crystals floating in the sky. The explosions themselves stagnant, ballooning out from impact yet doing nothing at all.
"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension," the archangel said from the painters left, a smirk on her face as she watched the painter recover from the shock.
"Wha.. what?" the painter said. He would have jumped into the air if the archangel didst have a strong grip on his arm.
"Good, I have your attention, hold o