| Subject: You bastard |
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Emillia
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Date Posted: 04/14/05 5:05:08pm Thu
In reply to:
Cyrus
's message, "..." on 04/13/05 7:45:56pm Wed
Emi faded, her energy spent in this place.
Emillia however, was livid. She'd been used.
"You bastard. You knew Kenji would come looking for me. You used me as fucking bait!"
In a blur of Icewind speed she was beside Cyrus, then the next moment she was hefting up the scroll Kenji had brought, Cyrus' Fia'A'Vell'Turr in her free hand. Cyrus trained for years to be able to wield that sword, and she was using it now. She'd give it back, even as the blue energy slightly bit into her hand. She didn't feel it, not at the moment. Energy flickered in electrical strips over her form, dancing gold and silver bands of power.
Emotion was always a powerful trigger for power, be it dormant, innate, or unknown. Right now, her emotions made her equal in power to a fully realized demigod. It wouldn't last long, her body wasn't unsed to that kind of strain. She'd feel it later.
From her hand the scroll disappeared, to somewhere she didn't even know. But it didn't belong in this place, and she unconsciously willed it away. She held Cyrus' sword in front of her, diagonally with the tip facing downward, to the left side.
"Bastard.." was all she could manage to say again, before a flicker of six red eyes crossed her vision. She felt cold, and she backed up back toward Cyrus. Her bladed wings glinting a matt silver color. "We're leaving. With Tyrsis. Don't make me fight you.."
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