She stepped through the portal, scythe of air at the ready, into the Old City, pausing long enough to get her bearings before moving further into enemy territory. Within moments, an Ithzir scout made its presence known by fading into view, its crystal-edged blade slamming against her weapon in an effort to make her lose her grip. She laughed as it bounced off the sonic forces and sang a soothing tune that caused the alien being to fall to the ground, sound asleep. She gave the command to the scythe floating beside her and within moments, the scout was dead from both attacks.
She wasn’t here for the Ithzir, though, at least not this time. Right now, her focus was the griffins and so sweet a revenge to cull their numbers as they so swiftly and easily worked to cull those of her people. One came into view, announcing its arrival with an audible screech that sent chills down her spine. Oh, how she hated when they did that, but no matter. They fell just as easily to the swing of her scythe across their necks as the ithzir did. One by one, she fell the foul beasts, her eyes wide with glee as she thought to herself, This is justice. This is revenge. This is my duty. This is my pleasure.
She continued on, furthering her path into the Old City, seeking out the creatures to fulfill her task and being careful to avoid the notorious swarms that occurred. How fortunate for her she found another two attempting to scare her into submission. She shook her head, sang the lullabye and watched each fall to the ground. Mid-swing, she was caught by another griffin’s screech, followed by a janissary fading into view and attacking her while wide open. She stumbled back, readying the spell to knock all in her path down, only to be pushed back by the flying menace thwapping her with its wings. She threw her hands up to cover her face, quickly losing the ground she had gained. They had recovered and she was getting overwhelmed.
That would not stop her, not today. The spell was cast, her enemies thrown back from her. Another song and she was able to speed her attacks and attack she did. Faster than they could counter, she swung, her expression of determination and anger. One by one, they fell before her but more came. They always came. Another cast sent a wave to knock them down, but some still stood and continued their approach. She ducked and dodged where she could, slashing when the opening showed itself.
She was out of breath, her mana low and still they came. She would not run this time. She had to stop them, even if it was this once. She held her scythe out before her as her skin adopted an eerie luminescence, the whites of her eyes slowly darkening until they were a sea of black surrounding gentian blue irises. The air around her began to churn, her hair undulating in the unnatural breeze creating the illusion of flames, as she slowly raised her voice in song. With a final effort, she released a scream to outdo even a griffin’s horrific screech, the air surrounding her forced out in a sonic wave so powerful that few of her attackers withstood the cacophony of sound. While the attack succeeded as she desired, she was weakened from the effort, and as she swung to kill off the remaining Ithzir, an initiate cast a spell that hit its mark so perfectly, she fell into the sweet embrace of death.
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