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

Iraleth glowered in response to Ciara. Deliberate obstinance. Shadows take her, if Ciara would just stop being [i]difficult[/i] for two seconds and see reason, none of this would be necessary. A thought grew in the back of Iraleth's mind: if it looked like an Umbralist and started acting like one, what was even the difference, really? All it would take during their duel later would be one slip, or her going full tilt from the start and finishing things in one strike. It'd be so easy...no.

She needed ironclad proof first. Running amok making snap judgements was the behavior of an Umbralist. She was better than that. They were all better than that. Her scowl didn't leave her face as she tore her glare away from Ciara, an eyebrow raised as Otis used his telepathy again. Once again, not an unsound strategy. And being far away from Ciara was the simplest thing possible right now. Fortunate for Otis that she was willing enough to take a swing or two at their professor in retribution for what he'd done to Davil. 

The paladin manuevered to Professor Alto's direct front, exactly opposite of Ciara attacking from behind. There was no point in an instructor lying to their students, even if their life was at risk. So direct force was out of the question. That left the other method he'd mentioned. Fine, she'd give it a go, then. 

The instant Alto was distracted with Ciara's attack, Iraleth made her move. One chant invoked her Ethos. The Inheritor's armor crossed the distance between them with but a flap of its wings of light, and she let its armaments dissipate as she lunged. All she needed to do was keep hold of the professor long enough for her essence to dilute his, as he'd said. Best to keep as strong of a physical hold as she could on him. One of the Inheritor's hands went to wrap around his sword hand's wrist, trying to stop him from using the blade. The other aimed to wrap around his throat, using the leverage to physically lift him off his feet. Provide as many distractions as possible while she shoved concentrated divine essence straight towards his PB.

[b]"I would hope this isn't [i]unsatisfactory[/i] then, professor."[/b] The helmet's eye slits gave a radiant gleam. Iraleth certainly hadn't wanted to throttle Professor Alto just a little ever since he'd essentially crippled a boy for nothing. Certainly not. The thought was [i]absolutely ludicrous[/i].