[The dive just isn't fast enough. But she might... she's got to get it, or she's sunk... she's going to...!
Diamond's hand closes around her Love Heart Arrow just in time to be blown thirty feet into the air and a long, long distance away. There's a long moment where she doesn't seem to react at all, but she forces her body back into motion, one arm jerkily bringing her weapon in front of her.]
Precure... Diamond Shower!
[A hit on the tambourine, and ice spreads out in a curve behind her, like a ramp she slides across, and she builds it with enough of an incline that it bleeds her momentum, leaving her standing in midair on a platform of ice quite some distance away. From here, she can just make out Heart and Rosetta - this form helps her vision quite a bit, otherwise she'd have lost them quite some time ago. Taking stock, her right arm isn't moving quite right, and she's got bruises everywhere, even through her amazingly tough Cure costume. There's a big one on her stomach she's trying not to think about, because it's going to be there for a week or three; her left hand goes to it, and she winces. Everything hurts, and they'd only been fighting for maybe a minute, including flight time. This was a whole different league from what they did at home; another big hit like that, and she'd probably pop out of her form.
She needed help. As much as she wanted to keep this her problem, as much as she didn't want to trust anyone else not to hurt her friends... she couldn't do it herself. Reaching for her journal she'd kept behind her back since she transformed, she opened it briefly to share a simple message:]
Please, help me...
[In the heat of the sun and the stress of combat, that's all the has time for - Diamond feels the ice starting to give under her, and she hastily returns the journal to its nook at her back before freefalling toward the sand.
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Diamond's hand closes around her Love Heart Arrow just in time to be blown thirty feet into the air and a long, long distance away. There's a long moment where she doesn't seem to react at all, but she forces her body back into motion, one arm jerkily bringing her weapon in front of her.]
Precure... Diamond Shower!
[A hit on the tambourine, and ice spreads out in a curve behind her, like a ramp she slides across, and she builds it with enough of an incline that it bleeds her momentum, leaving her standing in midair on a platform of ice quite some distance away. From here, she can just make out Heart and Rosetta - this form helps her vision quite a bit, otherwise she'd have lost them quite some time ago. Taking stock, her right arm isn't moving quite right, and she's got bruises everywhere, even through her amazingly tough Cure costume. There's a big one on her stomach she's trying not to think about, because it's going to be there for a week or three; her left hand goes to it, and she winces. Everything hurts, and they'd only been fighting for maybe a minute, including flight time. This was a whole different league from what they did at home; another big hit like that, and she'd probably pop out of her form.
She needed help. As much as she wanted to keep this her problem, as much as she didn't want to trust anyone else not to hurt her friends... she couldn't do it herself. Reaching for her journal she'd kept behind her back since she transformed, she opened it briefly to share a simple message:]
Please, help me...
[In the heat of the sun and the stress of combat, that's all the has time for - Diamond feels the ice starting to give under her, and she hastily returns the journal to its nook at her back before freefalling toward the sand.