[color=f9ad81][i][b]Rowan Delacroix[/b][/i][/color]

Rowan turned to face her opponent after hearing his deep voice cut through the silence, followed by the consistent sound of something burning. She furrowed her brows at how grotesque Leval had become. Her eyes trailed down to the rifle equipped in one hand. Stopping to admire its intricate designs was not going to benefit her during the battle, and she had no time to hesitate either. As bullets were propelled towards her, she proceeded to evade the line of fire to the best of her ability. [i][color=f9ad81]"I must get to the cross...-"[/color][/i] She side stepped with languid movements while scanning the wooden panels for the image she had drawn earlier. However, she came to the realization that she hadn't redrawn the conjuring circle when she had entered the designated training room. [i][color=f9ad81]"Curses! How could I have forgotten?"[/color][/i] Rowan came to a sudden halt and pulled the whole of her robe forward to obscure Leval's vision.

While she created a small window of time, she transformed into a bat, darting aimlessly around the room to disorient her opponent as she gathered her bearings. Tiny squeals emanated from the small winged creature as it dove towards Leval with great speed- Rowan appeared to be shooting for his head when in all reality, she was headed straight for his ankle. Her aim was to latch onto the limb with her newly formed claws.