As the flames licked her it meant the heat. Good god im too graphic im sorry.
Plus, i didn't know the range of that heat, so assumed that the blast will reach the elites anyway. Sorry again. I'll edit it, but I'll remove her blocking the fire but instead she'll go away.
The funny man seemed to ignore the little seraphim. Which angered her at most. She was about to insult him when a cultist tried to ambush her from behind. Shanna dodged as she felt the wind behind her seemed to be swept away like a bullet piercing the air. It was a thrown pike, aimed directly to her head, the blade nearly touched her face as she moves away. With a flick of her hand, and her stave's orb turning white, air sliced the cultist into thin smiling shreds. Literally.
Shanna landed on the ground to avoid detection. Dodging cultists that smelled of.. 'I thought Dolofon spearhedead this crazy revolution?! Why are there seraphims within the enemy ranks?!' Shanna questioned herself. To satisfy her thoughts he threw her stave towards a seraphim cultist, the stave spun and hits the seraphim on it's legs and the cultist stumbled.
Shanna jumped and pinned the cultist on the ground, catching the stave in midair as it boomeranged back towards her. She raised her stave and pointed it towards the cultist, the orb glowing green. The cultist felt that something sharp is threatening him under his back. Spiked stones.
"What is your objective?!" Shanna asked loudly. The cultist, that was masked in black, erupted a wheezing laugh coming from his throat that sounded dry.
"A free land." The cultist answered. " Where he reigns all." The cultist added, underneath the mask she can feel the seraphim smiling sweetly.
'Sicko'
"Who is he?" She asked, placing a threatening gaze. Which is virtually impossible because it seemed that this seraphim did not know her and was underestimating her.
"I would never share alour information to a profligate" The cultist spat the word with disgust. He sneered.
Shanna wasted no time to summon the spiked stone up, stabbing the cultist in his side. The blood splattered on the little seraphim's white armor. The cultist screamed and struggled as the stone spiked impaled him.
"Did you know the best way to a man's heart?" Shanna asked in a darkly sweet tone.
The cultist watched her in anger, but he didn't respond. Shanna laughed darkly in her signature way.
"Between the fourth and fifth rib." Shanna grinned, brandishing her stave.
" Kill me, seraphim. For I would not share information to you, or your brothers and sisters." He scowled under the mask.
Fire danced in Shanna's eyes, blazing with rage as she grinned darkly. She replied menacingly.
"Granted."
Shanna jumped away as humongous spikes erupted under the cultist, tearing him apart from limb to limb. Shanna watched in silence, then ran away to help fight other cultists. Then she saw the dragon bringing out a racket. She sensed dangrr a conjured a portal underneath her and she fell on it, then kept on portal-jumping away from the battlefield.
The words "Do you know what is the best way to a man's heart? Between the fourth and fifth rib." Came from Klethi- A recruitable companion in the game Mount and Blades: Warband.
LEVEL ONE Day/Time: Day 2, Morning Location: Mario's Funeral Tag(s):@Guardian Angel Haruki (Frisky)
Bartz followed closely after the ninja cat just like everybody else, Boko's speed is very fast too. (Not to mention some ruined flowerbeds he cringed for Boko not noticing he stepped on it) Everybody seems to have cornered the cat to the wall. Bartz smirked, telling Boko to slow down. The chocobo seemed to understand it and slowed down. Bartz watched the thief throw something cyndrical and lobbed it to the wall. It made Bartz remember that exploding sphere that Laguna used to lob at manikins. Smoke started spewing out of the cyndrical thing, covering the area. The smoke was thick and you cannot see the wall from far.
Boko halted into a stop, his claws leaving a mark on the pavement. If Bartz and Boko still approached head on they could've rammed the wall with a broken skull. Not to mention Boko only jumps 10 feet or so. The momentum was slow enough to not make Frisk and Bartz fly out of Boko's back. Bartz looked back and saw the claw marks Boko made on the ground. Bartz nudged Frisk then asked: "Uh, Frisk? You alright there kid?" His tone was a mix of worry and guilt. Shouldn't have made the kid ride on Boko. The wind is just so good he nearly forgot there was a kid behind him.
Bartz watched the cat thief just jump out of something tall he didn't see and snatches the armor out of Naija, which surprised him. How can the cat snatch an armor so fast in midair? That was a professional thief that can put Zidane into shame. He should do something! That lady was falling fast! "We got to help her! Kid, you got some powers like you can phase through walls? Flight? Teleportation?" Bartz sounded demaning and desperate to help.