[center][color=f49ac2][h3]Liliana[/h3][/color][/center]
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In an instant, Liliana was snatched from her bovine steed as it was cut down. Black steel clamped hard around her, making it difficult to breath…and her ribs cracking under the rough handling didn’t help either. She wanted to scream and cry out, now helpless as her blade fell to the ground from the impact. Helpless, but still holding fast to the courage she held, Liliana would spitefully look up at the Varjan who had her hostage.

This was the worst outcome…Liliana had wanted to help, but now, she was going to wind up enabling this Varjan to get off scot free. She wanted to cry out to attack him anyways, that she’d be fine, but all she could do was grit her teeth to bear with the pain. If only she’d had a tighter grip on Whimsy…

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[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center]
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The situation was bad. The fairy was captured, and in spite of the overwhelming numbers advantage, if anyone made a move that wasn't perfectly timed, the fairy was likely to be crushed...and Eula knew now that Varjan plate was resistant to demonic energy. Whatever sorcery formed their plate, her stunning blasts were nowhere near as effective.

Eula's strongest option for the time being was to build charge, a battery now present within her right wrist to hold and store a greater volume of energy. She wasn't sure what her upper limit was, but she could be certain that the amount of energy needed to breach that armor was beyond lethal for a normal person. Before, Eula had learned to take a life to defend herself. Now...

[center][color=fff79a]"EULA!"[/color][/center]

It was as simple as a flick of the wrist. One pinpoint strike where violet energy surged to Eula's palm before unleashing a cannonball sized burst that would fly out to match Mort's speed. More than enough to punch through the steel, and the man, with care taken to aim on the side where Liliana wasn't.