Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2015 4:04:18 GMT
Ilta raised an eyebrow when the assassin asked her not to call him such. “I feel like you are pretty much the definition of the word though.” However, she doesn’t know what she is having this argument now. It hardly mattered. She was relatively interested in seeing what happened to him. They would probably execute him, but she wanted to be assured that it happened.
Mysteria seemed on the edge about the loss of the small mini-Mysteria. She eyed her carefully to make sure the rage didn’t boil over. However, Ilta doubted there was much she could do if Mysteria suddenly lost it. However, she hoped that someone stronger than her had tighter control. Control. That was the most important thing.
She continued to watch between the unknown assassin, Mysteria, and Roland. It was interesting to see what they would do next. Except for the assassin, they seemed content to ignore her presence, which honestly suited her fine. She watched as the rope wrapped itself around the assassin’s neck and frowned deeply. A slow death for the assassin it seemed… she preferred death to be quick when it had to happen.
She’s a bit thankful to see the assassin shackled. However, the way those shackles absorbed magic put her own edge. The flow of magic extinguished completely wasn’t something that she had ever seen before. She looks up from the shackles as Mysteria addresses her. “Oh. Sure.” She squats down and touches the stone floor. It was easier work being so much closer. The green marble unwraps itself around the assassins leg and returns to its normal state. Now her head was pounding. While wincing in pain, she backs up out of the guards’ way.
Mysteria seemed on the edge about the loss of the small mini-Mysteria. She eyed her carefully to make sure the rage didn’t boil over. However, Ilta doubted there was much she could do if Mysteria suddenly lost it. However, she hoped that someone stronger than her had tighter control. Control. That was the most important thing.
She continued to watch between the unknown assassin, Mysteria, and Roland. It was interesting to see what they would do next. Except for the assassin, they seemed content to ignore her presence, which honestly suited her fine. She watched as the rope wrapped itself around the assassin’s neck and frowned deeply. A slow death for the assassin it seemed… she preferred death to be quick when it had to happen.
She’s a bit thankful to see the assassin shackled. However, the way those shackles absorbed magic put her own edge. The flow of magic extinguished completely wasn’t something that she had ever seen before. She looks up from the shackles as Mysteria addresses her. “Oh. Sure.” She squats down and touches the stone floor. It was easier work being so much closer. The green marble unwraps itself around the assassins leg and returns to its normal state. Now her head was pounding. While wincing in pain, she backs up out of the guards’ way.
