[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

At least her words had an effect on [i]some[/i] of them. Iraleth afforded those particular prospectives a nod of respect. Sometimes, all it took was to inspire people to act how they otherwise wouldn't have the courage or wherewithal to. Though others were still bragging and boasting. Lying, if she were feeling particularly cynical. Of the remaining beggars, a good portion were backing away slowly, fearful. Why?

Iraleth followed their gazes, and her narrowed gaze turned into an outright glare as she beheld Valen Leuvalt lazily preparing a Fireball spell. Arcane magic wasn't her own forte, but she had been trained to at least recognize the tells for the most common spells among the disciplines. 

Was he [i]insane[/i]?! At least that frilly half-elf girl left her victims alive, if just barely. A charged fireball? It would be base slaughter, nothing more. Damn her fatigue. Damn the plan. Damn the others. If none of them were going to try to avert this madness, she would. Iraleth grit her teeth and yanked her sword out of the floorboard it was planted in, whirling around to point the tip straight at Valen's chest. 

To her pleasant surprise, the shadow witch was apparently thinking much along the same lines as her. Another point towards her not being malicious. Iraleth gave Ciara a minute nod before fixing her gaze back onto the Leuvalt boy, preparing to devote herself towards a round of combat she likely didn't have a chance of succeeding in. But she had to try. 

[b]"Agreed. I refuse to let you commit a massacre. If you have even a shred of vaunted Nero's integrity, you will stand down, [i]Leuvalt[/i]."[/b]


[@Estylwen]