Fiara’s shadow twisted and turned awkwardly on the ballroom floor as she tried to return to her normal self. She wanted to cry out in frustration as she attempted to regain control over the element, trying to command it to return her to her solid, human form, but the shadow only glided in a half circle.

After a couple moments, Fiara’s form suddenly reformed. She shouted, the sound a mix between being surprised and frustrated. She stumbled forward, just managing to catch herself before her face and the floor could become utterly acquainted.

She looked up, and her hands cupped over her mouth as she gasped at the sight of the fauns carrying Dactrin’s lifeless body, her wide eyes locked on the arrows protruding from his corpse. With a heavy breath as the fauns disappeared, she took a few steps back.

[b]”Well? Wasn’t that fun? At least it’s all over, right?”[/b]

“Fun?” Faira squeaked, turning on Marianne. “[i]Fun?[/i] In what sadistic world does someone DYING,” extending an arm out, she gestured exaggeratedly to where the fauns had vanished with Dactrin, “even [i]slightly[/i] fall under—”

Her words cut short with a gasp as a roar reverberated around the room. She felt the familiar gentle tingle as her powers threatened to once more act on their own, but she managed to repress the overactive ability.

She spun around as she heard the demon scream, not realizing how close she had come to him. She shielded her eyes against the bright light radiating from Adrian. As the light faded, she lowered her arm, and her mouth dropped open at the angelic man now standing in the demon’s place.

“You were… but now… you just…” Faira slapped a hand to her forehead as Adrian stepped forward with his sword of white flames. She wished for a moment that she had a wall to lean on, before the images of the hands reaching out from the stone to the now deceased boy vanquished that desire. “[i]What?[/i]”