Ciara Ventura
Acendia, Room 103 Fountain@Nanaya,
@Psyker Landshark
"I thought you were above petty sadism!"And just like that, Ciara's captive audience was destroyed. By none other than Iraleth.
"Next time, finish the job. You do yourself no favors like this.”Ciara was quiet, shadows disappearing into smoke as Otis' sword was returned to her hand. She stooped, picking up a wood scrap of what remained of her foe. The duo that chased out darkness like her for a living.
Her eyes shifted to Iraleth's glare.
Yet again, the light was interfering. She couldn't do anything in peace now, not with Iraleth's suspicion hot and burning.
“Oh, but we love it, though.”“Let the Light look at us all it wants.”“It satisfies some of the urge to Taste, yes.”A wry smirk crossed Ciara's features as she dropped the wood piece, standing straight. Her stomach knotted painfully in Hunger as the Voices delighted in Iraleth's attention.
Ah, if only Iraleth knew.
“I'll continue to do what I want until we duel. Then, you can try to change my mind.”Seeing a bit more of Iraleth's magic up close invigorated Ciara's spirit. She'd fight hard, and fight well that evening. Of course, there was more than just ‘changing her mind’ up for grabs on the table. Her life too, was at risk.
But alas, that train of thought would have to wait.
Trees tore through the air before crashing to the ground, causing Ciara's attention to turn. The professor seemed to be at the source of this attack but - she sniffed the air - what source? He couldn't have full control of the very earth in this place, could he?
It was hard to tell, she felt half-blind in this space. There was no essence in the air with which to feel and detect things.
The spinning bullet in the professor's knee was a satisfying development, to be sure. Made Ciara feel a little better since Davil had been hurt so. But damn him for moving around with his arms like that…
’Knock-knock’.
Of course she opened the door to the familiar mental link. All of a sudden, there was a web of entangled thoughts springing from one end to the other. Ciara didn't concern herself with that, though. Her task was simple, as she laid eyes on the professor like a lion hunting a lamb.
Keep opposite of Iraleth, and use the shadows.
She could work with that.
But first, perhaps an opener. Test the barrier, and stop all the idle chatter the professor and Chunji were partaking in.
She hefted her slender sword in her hand, twirling it so the tip aimed down. Then, she took a step forward, and launched towards the professor from behind, the sword swinging down to smash across his back.
She wanted to see how many slivers and cracks she could tear into that barrier of his.
Surely this would give him something to talk about at the break room.