“Curious news indeed, Lady Skybound. Rare is it that a lion’s heart dwells within a thief’s chest!” The Duke chuckled at the thought. Perhaps 25 years ago, back when war drove warriors out to the edges of provinces, thieves would mix in with assassins to challenge the estates of nobility, but now, in the peace begun by Ludwig and continued by Evelyn? It was folly to do so. Folly, even if founded in the power of a Seed. And if the Wizard-Queen had it her way, she'd empty out his coffers far more efficiently than a thief would.
He smiled nonetheless, taking a sip of the tea.
“But thank you nonetheless, for coming here to deliver such news. Though I imagine you would like to return to Hathforth to safeguard the interests of your own House, might I invite you to the courtyard for a meal and an opportunity to stretch your legs before then?” Laurent folded his hands upon his lap. "Ah, and has your brother come along? I've thought the two of you as inseparable, but perhaps even twins have sibling spats on occasion."
x Summon Whip - Can create a spectral whip endowed with electrical affinities. If anyone is touched or wrapped up with this whip, they'll feel varying levels of electric shock, depending on how high Violetta ramps it up.
The Witch Hunter looked at the gun, then lifted her eyes up slightly to look at the man pointing the gun. She still felt like she was on fire even when she wasn’t on fire, and she desperately wanted a drink but alcohol was on fire. Her ears were ringing too and all things considered, she couldn’t hear shit. Didn’t help that the guy was a shadow wizard biker, so there was no way for her to lip read as well. The ‘yo’ didn’t even register, really.
She lifted up one hand, took a deep breath, pinched her nose, scrunched up her face, and then tried to expel air through her sealed nostrils as hard as possible. Blood began to trickle out of her ears, but her hearing felt marginally improved.
“Ok, buddy,” the Witch Hunter said, “It was kinda my fault, but you three were the ones that escalated even further. Now there’s a pile-up at the entrance and the flames aren’t going out and we’re all going to run out of air and cook to death in this oven, so could you do something and put out the flames? You got magic for that, right? If not, just grab your buddies and join the orderly queue at the exit.”
With that, she turned away, golden light coating her Dai-katana once more as she scrambled over furniture and dodged flames to get involved in yet another fight. The Witch Hunter couldn’t see the demon that Finn faced, but what of it? The supernatural had always shrouded itself from the gaze of the mundane, yet humans sensed their presence nonetheless. The fluctuation of chaos, the manifestation of the arcane. Fate conspired to continuously push Finn to combat with Dante, no matter what the lad himself attempted, and Estelle would not change that.
An invisible, monstrous force descended, and the sacred sword, sheathed in sigil arts, rose to meet it, the collision marked by a burst of cleansing sunlight that would catch the Sandman surging forth too.