[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
The blue haired deo'iel was surprised when Morgan rushed up to her just before she would have passed through the doorway, but she was completely terrified when he pushed her away from it, her face and soul both shamelessly portraying the depth of her horror, as through the hand forcing her aside had instead been a white-hot poker on her skin. Even that might not have been a very good analogy, though, for she felt no pain - and even if she did, the name Himyth had given her had made her quite accustomed to such - but only a sharp and all-consuming fear the like of which she could not imagine being caused by anything else.
"No!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying her panic as much as everything else about her as she looked around frantically, disoriented and dazed by how unexpected this situation was and how scared it had made her. Her eyes were intermittently flashing white from their center, but her power was not fully activating. She was not listening to a word Morgan said, because she knew - with extreme certainty - that unless she located her sister [I]right now[/I], chances were that nothing he said would even matter. [I]Oh no, no, please no![/I] "Reina's mercy! Don't -"

A short ways down the hallway beyond the door, Morgan's rebellious monologue had made the other deo'iel slow her limping stride some and had her half-turn, looking over her shoulder to keep an eye on her sister, and the sight of her blue-haired sibling being roughly shoved aside, and of someone placing himself between the sisters, made her turn around entirely and face back towards the common room. For about a second, the masked sister just stared back down the hallway, trying to process what had just happened and what the current situation was. Her sister was much weaker than her, she knew; she was faster and nimbler, certainly, and had the ability to render anything relying on demonic power almost completely impotent, but she was greatly lacking in brute strength. The masked sister was the "muscle" of their partnership, the one doing most of the fighting; her body - grotesquely mutated as it was under her clothes - was difficult to move properly, but she did not fight with her body. She did not have to move to fight. She did not have to lift a finger.
Watching someone else [I]bullying her beloved sister[/I], the only person in the planes she cared about, the only one she loved, was enough to light a spark of rage in her heart that sent torrents of demon-blood rushing through her veins, but the fact that he went to [I]separate them[/I] was what made her lose her calm. She needed her sister by her side, always, until the end. Her sister could not be put in danger. [I]I have to protect her. She has to live, and I will destroy anything that tries to get in the way of that.[/I]
Her eyes shone with brown light, much clearer than before, and the building shook for just a second. Morgan was unbelievably lucky to have decided to take a step backward from the blue-haired deo'iel, because in the next instant the floor was rapidly slammed upward where he had just been standing, the floorboards shattering from the sheer force so that wooden splinters flew everywhere. The broken floor gave way to what appeared to be a cylindrical pillar that appeared to have been formed from hundreds, if not more, of smaller bits of rock and stone of the sort one would expect to find in the soil, with ordinary dirt filling the space between them. The pillar ascended incredibly fast and would probably still at least stagger Morgan, if not knock him off his feet entirely, and only stopped when it slammed against the ceiling with enough force that it would have continued upward unimpeded, had she not willed it to stop. Had Morgan not moved, he would either have been upstairs by then and in a very bad shape or, more likely, would simply have been crushed against the ceiling.
"[I]Don't touch her![/I]" she cried hoarsely, ignoring the frightened shouting and screaming from the common room, where the patrons and innkeeper were starting to flee for their lives. The building continued to tremble slightly, and across from them the pillar of soil was reshaping itself into a three-inch thick wall; not one that blocked the door, but simply one that separated Morgan from the blue-haired sister.