Damsel climbing

She scaled the side of it like she’d scaled the building face, on the evening the giant had first appeared.  With reckless, haphazard blasts, feet scrambling for footing and legs working to keep her more or less upright.
The tentacles unfolded.  They didn’t move fast, but as they slapped against the upper body of the giant, they shook the mossy skin and a shower of dust and debris rained down on her.  It stuck to the spatters and gobbets of blood that her power hadn’t erased from her hands and arms.
Her emotions were twisted, now.  As she climbed, working her way to a height well above the building face she had scaled, a false, excited joy swelled in her breast, at odds with where her heart was.

Eclipse x.7