"My sin was trying to save my race from oblivion!"

Malizia reacted as Mei came in for a kick by stepping backwards, sweeping out in a strike against the incoming kick and hitting her leg armor. The armor prevailed, but Mei could feel a tingling cold sensation coming from her legs as blue and ghostly misty tendrils crept from Malizia's runeblade and onto her leg armor for the brief moment they touched.

Readjusting her sword, Malizia instead swiped it in an upwards sweep against Mei's face. The Draenei succeeded in avoiding the incoming Runeblade, but did not have time to dodge the second as Malizia glided her other Runeblade across her left flank as she passed her by, leaving a shallow gash on Mei's left!

The physical pain of the strike would perhaps be the least of Mei's worry. In the brief moment that Malizia's blade had touched, it had felt as though an overwhelming wave of chill had jolted through her body, dropping her internal body temperature by a couple of degrees. Though the wound was only superficial for the most part, it was as though a dark presence had entered her, sapping some of her will and courage. The wound at her side was not bleeding - in fact, it was frozen shut.

"I was cast out because I would not let myself become blinded by the Light!" Malizia spoke as she turned to look back at Mei, pointing her left Runeblade at her.
"I saw through its petty lies and promises for the blissful ignorance that it truly was! I was one of the few that realized that victory would take more than vain hope and foolish ideals that were utterly unfit for the realities of war!"

Malizia's eyes narrowed sharply on Mei, the Draenei ignoring the blood that seeped down across her left eye.

"Our misguided ideas of right and just were just as dangerous to us as the Orcs themselves - if not more so!"

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Silje-Serphia had not hesitated to take the antitode, and it did not take long before a new, 5ft and 6 girl stood next to them in the corridor, blond hair and blue eyes. Serphia's oversized armor had long since fallen off her, and she cloaked herself instead in the Captain's still-very-much-so oversized cloak!

"Sharon, you mean the yellow haired High Elf?" Silje inquired as she looked towards Liaena and Kathlin, her eyes remaining on the latter.

"I think I saw him chase after the 'Mindbreaker' after he escaped your bag and out into the corridor before we exited." Silje explained, removing one hand from the cloak to point down along the hallway to the left, which lead towards the stairs to the atrium where the sound of the great Night Elven brawl could still be heard!
"I never realized anyone so tiny could run that fast... "