Rosaline hadn’t reacted to Faira’s words, having completely gone silent from what was happening before her very eyes. The paintings… they were EVERYWHERE and she didn’t like that at all. The nebula took a step towards one of the many portraits, tempted to rip it from the walls and mangle it with her bare hands out of pure rage. That idea was cut short when she heard the words behind her.
” tell you what girly let’s play a game. You try your best to kill me, and I try my best to ravage you may the best one win."
The words were followed by Faira’s fearful rejection of the idea, clear tangible fear being obvious in her voice.
In seconds Rose had moved, putting her body completely in Adrian’s way. Her hands moved, ripples of energy and power washing off of her as she glared at the demon. Then her lips parted, practically about to tell him off, but it was interrupted by a volley of projectiles being shot at him. “Can none of you get along?!” she exclaims, suddenly tired of this group’s constant fighting. The nebula shifted her hands, the magic she had been conjuring flying from her fingers to restrain the two idiots who seemed to make her life difficult. It would tighten and shift every time they moved, keeping them bound until she deemed it best to release them.
That time would be sooner than she thought though, the walls around them suddenly being engulfed by emerald flames. A few of the embers licked at her feet, growing hotter and closer every second. “We need to move. NOW!!” she ordered, reaching back to grab the human’s hand as she let the binds around the other two dissipate. Then, realizing that if they went up they would be trapped, she ushered her down the stairs.
Rose paused, looking back at the two guys. “Get moving!! I’ll try to hold the flames back for a little longer.” She exclaims, reaching out with her hands. Suddenly the flames backed off, being forced back by the Nebula’s magic. Once they were down the stairs she’d rejoin them but if she didn’t intervene the flames would overtake them in seconds.