What happens when two Huntresses share the same room? What happens when a possible prey enters the equation? Well, one thing that happens is that it unerves a Tindra something fierce. Iano was grasping his Wild friend by wrist to try and keep her from using him as a springboard. Last thing anyone needed was a blood bath to start the day. Instead Ianos eyes were fastened on their intruder. She had boldly stolen food right in front of them. More then one bow was at the ready, many a sword had been drawn. The air was thick with ill intent. Iano himself had his other hand on the cleaver strapped to his back. This one was far less welcomed then the Wild Har that Iano shared a past with.
“Lil Miss” A strong, commanding voice rang out. A voice that turned out to be a female, Haulintar accent from the sound of it. But the woman herself was clearly a shadow borne. With pale skin and black hair. It could only be Isabelle G'voir. Ianos eyes shifted as the highest ranking officer present calmly strode up from where she had been sitting with some others from the top brass. The whip wrapped around her waist had killed more men and women then Iano knew how to count to. There was an air of confidence around her. Confidence in her skills, in her calling as a soldier. Each step clicked against the stone floor, her riding boots were sturdy things that covered half her legs, compete with greaves. Her arms adorned in leather and metal both. What always got to him was the way her eyes were completely white. She was blind, yet he never once seen her stumble. Her gift from the gods, sight beyond sight. She had offered her sense of sight to the god of death, and was given something far more powerful in turn. She could see people as her Goddess saw them, saw their possible deaths, their very essence and soul. And it made her that much more terrifying.
“You seem lost. I am not sure we should offer you the blade, or a seat like the kind man offered. And If you are here to join, there are better ways then manipulating my poor retarded sentinels out there. “ She actually grinned at the last words and Iano could only pity the man who let this woman into the keep. Isabelle would have his hide for this. Isabelles voice suddenly dropped to near baritone levels of depth.
” As it is now, you will die the moment you turn around. So don't. For your own sake. Daisy can leap that distant easily. The little gold skinned thing is pretty fast on his feet to and loves a good chase. And I dont think I have to explain just how bad it is to be up against the forests own natural archers. Not to mention the mages and assassins present. Only a grain will pass trough the hour glass and then it is Bye, bye my pretty little bird.” Each word was spoken between the rhythm of her heels. Every line was a nail in the coffin that she was building for their intruder. This was not common arrogance... This was the combined confidence of everyone in this room. They were elites, even the rookies and Isabelle respected every single one of them for their abilities alone. She spoke like a commander, there was pride in her words.
“So. How about you have a seat. Or would you like me to give the word?” As she raised her hand there was the clatter of drawn swords all over the mess hall. “I can't promise a swift death. No. my eyes see many possible deaths in you. None of them of old age. Most of them at the hands of Daisy” Iano could see a smile creep up on his Instructors lips. Now he was starting to worried. Had Lady Isabelle gone mad? She never seemed like the type to snap.
Then. Isabelle was within striking Distance herself. Whip uncoiled and hanging from her hand. A bullwhip so heavily enchanted it rend metal. Iano only then realized that the entire time, she had been weaving a spell. The rhythm. It was like a unspoken incantation. He was sure the mages must have felt it. He himself had no talent in it, so he only now realized it. But She had bound the girl in place from the moment she started speaking, in order to get in close enough. It had disspersed when she uncoiled the whip.
“Decision time.” Isabelle smiled.