Isra (with Diego)
Strands of purple light winked into existence behind the woman, tracing out a shape in the air, a complex septagon of violet energy. The moment the last connection was complete the outline filled with black glass, unfolding from nothingness in triangular panes until it the black mirror hovered a foot above the cobblestones. Then the glass rippled, and as casually as a one might step down from a train car, a figure crossed the threshold into the world and dropped down to the alley floor, a long black coat flapping with the motion.
Isra took in her first view of the human world with a glance through the faceplate of her mask, her glowing purple eyes soon falling on the pair struggling on the ground before her. Eyebrows coming together in a frown, she took two steps forward, planted her gloved hands on the woman's shoulders and heaved, turning on one heel to toss her target down the length of the alleyway with inhuman strength.
"Stay behind me if you don't like dying." The Doll's voice was soft and insistent in the still evening air, slightly muffled and filtered through her mask as she tossed her future master a glance. A spitting hiss filled the air as she deftly drew her axes, the glowing serrated blades leaving trails of light as she spun the hafts around her hands and advanced down the alleyway with measured steps.
Strands of purple light winked into existence behind the woman, tracing out a shape in the air, a complex septagon of violet energy. The moment the last connection was complete the outline filled with black glass, unfolding from nothingness in triangular panes until it the black mirror hovered a foot above the cobblestones. Then the glass rippled, and as casually as a one might step down from a train car, a figure crossed the threshold into the world and dropped down to the alley floor, a long black coat flapping with the motion.
Isra took in her first view of the human world with a glance through the faceplate of her mask, her glowing purple eyes soon falling on the pair struggling on the ground before her. Eyebrows coming together in a frown, she took two steps forward, planted her gloved hands on the woman's shoulders and heaved, turning on one heel to toss her target down the length of the alleyway with inhuman strength.
"Stay behind me if you don't like dying." The Doll's voice was soft and insistent in the still evening air, slightly muffled and filtered through her mask as she tossed her future master a glance. A spitting hiss filled the air as she deftly drew her axes, the glowing serrated blades leaving trails of light as she spun the hafts around her hands and advanced down the alleyway with measured steps.