[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Lila Moriarty[/h1][/center][/color]

[I][color=skyblue]"Good. Is Lila there?"[/color][/I] Mirror asked to Velai as the orb glowed, with a cold whirlwind surrounding it.

Lila simply stood there, hearing that very familiar voice. She didn't knew what she should feel towards the owner of the voice, or if she should feel anything at all. Why she would hate him if he was the only thing she has, the only reason to her existence? But at the same time, she had no reason to like him as well, after all, he was the reason why she had to live her life like that.

[I][color=skyblue]"I'm on my way. But I've run into some issues while on my way. Lila, I need to use you in my stead. I assume you've had your fill of my blood to give you strength."[/color][/I]

Still silent, Lila couldn't help but remember the moment his blood touched her mouth. It was cold and tasteless, she could taste nothing but indifference. She couldn't feel the fear, pain, apprehension or any feeling on it. It was pure and empty as ice, just like Mirror himself.

The room was cold, very cold, as the wind started to sound higher and higher, so loud that Velai had to scream over it to be heard. Lila could feel it on her skin, it wasn't just an impression. It was a proof of Mirror's power, reflecting the man itself. Cold, pure and devoid of any type of feelings towards Lila, nor hate, nor compassion or anything,

[I][color=skyblue]"This will take you to the battle Lila. Once they recognize you they'll likely tell you to get on the frontlines. Don't over exert yourself though..."[/color][/I] Mirror said, with the cold and the wind suddenly stopping as a stream of ice emerged from the orb, falling on the ground in front of Lila and Velai.

[color=C6DEFF]"It shall be done."[/color] Lila said to Mirror, waiting for whatever he did that would take her to the battlefield.

Lila was transported into the jungle outside Sunfire with a surge of ice and cold, that erupted from the ground of the jungle, immediately skewered some of the cultists that were nearby. Lila was already in battle posture, feeling the presence of enemies and allies nearby. Soldiers leapt from tree to tree, slashing and shooting cultists with their bows and swords as they hunted them. One of those unlucky soldiers, who was hit by an arrow, fell in front of Lila.

She could hear the man begging for help, smell the blood. The terrible sound of gurgling and sucking made by the soldier as he tried to breathe with the arrow in his neck was a clear reminder that Lila was already in battle. She couldn't spare time to kneel down and help the soldier, as she heard the sound of claws and hiss approaching her. Some of the cultists, probably those who shot the soldier, moved down from the trees, circling Lila ready to attack her. With a quick and dexterous movement, she used the end of her scythe to make a small incision on the soldier's windpipe, allowing him to breathe.

[color=C6DEFF]"Do not take out the arrow. If you do, you will bleed to death."[/color] she said in a cold and short sentence, without even turning her face to the soldier.

Lila stood her ground as the cultists started to go for wild lunges on their direction. If she moved away, she was certain that the cultists would kill the soldier, and Mirror wouldn't like to hear that she failed to protect one of his soldiers.
She moved with grace and agility, almost like she was weightless, easily avoiding the cultists' attacks, and parrying their attacks with her scythe. She could feel them circling around her, every movement they made, even if they tried to run, their smell would certainly guide her to them. They were doomed the second that they chose to attack Lila.

Seeing as she couldn't move from that spot, she would have to search for the perfect moment to strike them one by one, while still defending herself and the soldier near her.
When the next cultist went for her, she knew it was the perfect moment. Holding her scythe with a reverse grip, with a posture close to the ground, her muscles tensed up as the cultist approached her rapidly. When it got inside her reach, Lila attacked.
In a fraction of a second, Lila swung her scythe in a clean and powerful swipe in a beautiful circular motion. The blade hit the cultist straight on his neck, sending his head and body flying past her and the soldier with the momentum. Another cultist attacked her, his blade hitting her scythe as she moved it to deflect it. The remaining cultists didn't seem to be affected by the early demise of their friend as they kept lunging at her with a wild killing intent.

As another cultists lunged at her, she simply pointed the end of her scythe to him, holding her scythe with the blade facing forward, waiting for him to move to try to avoid the end of her scythe. The second he did so, Lila would quickly change her scythe's position, letting the cultist pass her as she dodged his strike only to meet the scythe's blade, using his own momentum to kill him.

To her surprise, the cultist didn't dodged at all, letting the spear sink through his stomach as he took a swing against Lila.
Taken by surprise, Lila quickly leapt back as his blade missed her by mere inches.

What was that? Lila was surprised with the situation. The cultists were charging reckless to their death. They didn't have any instinct of self preservation, only caring about killing their enemies. Who were those cultists? What were they?
Many questions passed through Lila's head at that moment. She had never fought an enemy which didn't felt fear and charged recklessly to his death. That would be a very problematic enemy to deal with.
But she had no time to think too much about it, she had to go back to her position, otherwise, the remaining cultists would certainly kill the wounded soldier.

With a blindingly fast lunge, she charged the cultist which almost hit her, sinking her gauntlet's sharp nails into its throat and ripping it apart with a quick hand movement.

Whatever those things were, she would have to fight them very carefully. Her attacks should be all lethal, killing her enemy in just one movement, but at the same time, she should conserve her own strength. For them to be fighting like that meant that they had many, many cultists available. They were planning to win the battle by sheer numeric superiority..