The throes of obsession gripped Savis Maren by the throat. Her silver eyes saw the familiar visage of her ally Madeira Craven, and yet in her chest burned the fires of truth that waxed within her soul. The Nuit did not react as the Spiritist did, with unbridled madness, but instead, her mind created the justification she needed for hateful obsession to rule out her sense of reason. Hidden truths, the Nuit thought.
Secrecy. What else is hidden? the thoughts grew louder and louder until the scaled medic ran towards Savis and Madeira both. The Nuit and Spiritist, so embroiled in their hypnotically induced spat, failed to notice when she leaped forth and threw the both of them to the ground. Two mages fell and the Nuit was thrown entirely off balance. She collided into the ground, and in the scuffle her white dress stained gray with the shifting dust that threw itself all over her. Boiling rage overwhelmed the undead, the obsession giving way as she felt a gag wind along the corpse flesh of her throat.
Savis Maren heaved, shaking her head over and over in an effort to clear her mind. Slowly, Savis Maren rose to her feet, her narrowed silver eyes shifting between Madeira and Ponrose. Harsh laughter poured from her lips as she brushed her fingertips along her elbows, where the echoes of pain settled firmly into her mind. The electric sensation of her nerves colliding with her djed had not yet worn off, and the laughter was forced between gritting her teeth.
Madeira and I were just forced into attempting to murder each other... And what's worse... the source of this foul, powerful magic is also capable of unleashing rifts? What waits on the other side? the Nuit wondered as she began to regain her composure. The need to sort through the situation logically splintered the fear that threatened to dwell within the undead. Savis Maren reached into her satchel before throwing the bag to the floor. The rattling of several tools accompanied the 'thud' as it hit the floor, and in Savis' hand was the crystal sphere she'd yet to use.
"It looks like she's most sane when she's hurt," the Spiritist began to explain. Savis Maren saw the reasoning in it all, how the hateful screeches turned to sobs, even as the multitude of portals stretched into being around them. The Nuit allowed her djed to suffuse into her gaze once again, and saw the erratic surges of djed that bordered each of the rifts until they vanished one by one, leaving only the one closest to the little girl, attempting to suck her in. As Madeira continued speaking, the Nuit narrowed her eyes,
"Did I miss the election? Who died and made you queen?" she asked, though her words were baiting, the jest in them meant to calm Savis' nerves. She seemed to run into these occurences... a life-or-death situation arisen and the Shinya were nowhere to be found.
"Very well, your highness," she said, seeing the logic in Madeira's argument, but unable to contain the vestiges of her obsession-induced rage. The wicked sing louder than the rest, she ruminated as the djed rose along the lengths of her left arm. She pried at the raw nerves, gritting her teeth until she let a pained gasp escape her lips. The djed within Savis Maren was still strong, but she reckoned that the agonizing detachments, performed over and over again, would be detrimental to her well-being. They had to end this now. Rather than using both arms, she willed merely her dominant hand, keeping the physical fingers of her right hand clutched over the Defender's Sphere, and the tap of her nervous digits created the outline of the kite shield, which strengthened in but a moment.
Reaching forward, Savis Maren threw her astral arm towards Ponrose. She wove past the portal and gathered momentum. She raised her astral arm high into the air, then swung it downward. Her limb sought to crash directly into Ponrose's ankles, spectral fingers closing over the meaty flesh of her calf. Then, she sought to apply pressure.
The Nuit gritted her teeth, uncertain silver eyes looking to Madeira Craven as she threw the last of her resistance into her strike. The Nuit felt the shiver of her projected limb, and sought to call it back towards her. She fell to her knees, initiating one final attachment as she held the magic crystalline shield in front of her frail body.
Secrecy. What else is hidden? the thoughts grew louder and louder until the scaled medic ran towards Savis and Madeira both. The Nuit and Spiritist, so embroiled in their hypnotically induced spat, failed to notice when she leaped forth and threw the both of them to the ground. Two mages fell and the Nuit was thrown entirely off balance. She collided into the ground, and in the scuffle her white dress stained gray with the shifting dust that threw itself all over her. Boiling rage overwhelmed the undead, the obsession giving way as she felt a gag wind along the corpse flesh of her throat.
Savis Maren heaved, shaking her head over and over in an effort to clear her mind. Slowly, Savis Maren rose to her feet, her narrowed silver eyes shifting between Madeira and Ponrose. Harsh laughter poured from her lips as she brushed her fingertips along her elbows, where the echoes of pain settled firmly into her mind. The electric sensation of her nerves colliding with her djed had not yet worn off, and the laughter was forced between gritting her teeth.
Madeira and I were just forced into attempting to murder each other... And what's worse... the source of this foul, powerful magic is also capable of unleashing rifts? What waits on the other side? the Nuit wondered as she began to regain her composure. The need to sort through the situation logically splintered the fear that threatened to dwell within the undead. Savis Maren reached into her satchel before throwing the bag to the floor. The rattling of several tools accompanied the 'thud' as it hit the floor, and in Savis' hand was the crystal sphere she'd yet to use.
"It looks like she's most sane when she's hurt," the Spiritist began to explain. Savis Maren saw the reasoning in it all, how the hateful screeches turned to sobs, even as the multitude of portals stretched into being around them. The Nuit allowed her djed to suffuse into her gaze once again, and saw the erratic surges of djed that bordered each of the rifts until they vanished one by one, leaving only the one closest to the little girl, attempting to suck her in. As Madeira continued speaking, the Nuit narrowed her eyes,
"Did I miss the election? Who died and made you queen?" she asked, though her words were baiting, the jest in them meant to calm Savis' nerves. She seemed to run into these occurences... a life-or-death situation arisen and the Shinya were nowhere to be found.
"Very well, your highness," she said, seeing the logic in Madeira's argument, but unable to contain the vestiges of her obsession-induced rage. The wicked sing louder than the rest, she ruminated as the djed rose along the lengths of her left arm. She pried at the raw nerves, gritting her teeth until she let a pained gasp escape her lips. The djed within Savis Maren was still strong, but she reckoned that the agonizing detachments, performed over and over again, would be detrimental to her well-being. They had to end this now. Rather than using both arms, she willed merely her dominant hand, keeping the physical fingers of her right hand clutched over the Defender's Sphere, and the tap of her nervous digits created the outline of the kite shield, which strengthened in but a moment.
Reaching forward, Savis Maren threw her astral arm towards Ponrose. She wove past the portal and gathered momentum. She raised her astral arm high into the air, then swung it downward. Her limb sought to crash directly into Ponrose's ankles, spectral fingers closing over the meaty flesh of her calf. Then, she sought to apply pressure.
The Nuit gritted her teeth, uncertain silver eyes looking to Madeira Craven as she threw the last of her resistance into her strike. The Nuit felt the shiver of her projected limb, and sought to call it back towards her. She fell to her knees, initiating one final attachment as she held the magic crystalline shield in front of her frail body.