Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170721210733

The teen began to feel worried and confused upon witnessing the Huntress faltered a little. Cyzarine looked back at the decaying, mutilated arm, trying to process as to what made this thing affect Lustra. The first thing that came to mind was that the Huntress is afraid of amputated limbs. People tended to feel horrified at such gore. However, Cyzarine was quick to dismiss the thought. Lustra were perfectly calm earlier at the barbarity caused by the teen’s actions.

Another idea was that Lustra have some sort of morality that she follows pertaining to the dead, which might be probably the reason. The Huntress did mention something about “a matter of principle” in regards to the remains of the dead. Respect? Perhaps. But Cyzarine felt that it wasn’t the right answer. She watched on as the Huntress took the broken watch and hid it, probably for identification purposes.

The arm was nothing more than a limb that had almost lost its worth, unfortunately torn from the main body, torn from the owner who must’ve died losing it. Might as well compare it to an arm of a mannequin, only mutilated.

Cyzarine could only define it in its functions, structure, and state, and interpret it as a sign that there are Grimm currently roaming the area. If the Huntress thought otherwise, the teen should thread carefully to maintain harmony.

Before she could ask Lustra if she can come, the culprits- three Vladikoffs- made their grand entrance.

They're still hungry…... This rather hard, she thought while glancing at the mutilated arm. A single Vladikoff would only target a wounded and weakened person. But with this many, these Grimm wouldn't be afraid to take on the duo that they outnumbered by one.

“They must've come back to finish it up the body,” the teen said in a grave tone as she flexed her fingers, indirectly implying that the duo were unwelcome guests.

“I can maneuver midair with Wind Dusts,” Cyzarine turned her head to the Huntress. “But….. I don't think I can kill one that way. Well, I can distract them for you.……”

Cyzarine trailed off, seeing that the Grimm birds were descending slowly as they circled their preys. Then suddenly, one of them made a sharp nosedive to the duo’s position with a piercing loud screech.

Right

“I’ll distract them!”

The teen leaped to the side as wind gust formed from the Vladikoff’s swoop down, sending up wide-area dust cloud. Just as fast as it descended, the Grimm bird quickly flew back up and rejoin the other two Vladikoffs. At the same time, Cyzarine was already in pursuit.

She ran towards a colossal rock, and jumped higher than normal using Wind Dusts from Grimoire. As she landed on top of the rock with knees slightly bent down, Cyzarine activated the Gravity Dusts to lighten her weight. Then she launched herself again with Wind Dusts, now moving and jumping faster than before, towards the Grimm birds preparing to intercept her.

Blanketing her form is a dancing mixed color of faint green (Wind) and purple (Gravity) lights. Like a shooting star, the teen left trails of light as she swiftly weaved around the Vladikoffs, occasionally using them as a jumping platform to make sharp turns and save marginal amount of Dusts.

And then the teen went higher, the Grimm birds also climbed higher. Cyzarine faced the trio as she ascended, and drew her black-bladed xiphos sword, Grand Magus. As she pointed its tip towards the Grimm, the sword glinted under the blinding sun, revealing signatures of two people in Old English font carved on the blade: Crown Breaker - Caelestis Breaker.

The right side of the blade shone green color while the left shone bright blue color. With this combination, the teen- the young battlemage- unleashed a vortex of small ice balls down to the pursuing Vladikoffs.

The cave opened up.

The demons came to claim what was theirs.

Like the scene from spoliarium, the battered and violated bodies were pulled into the searing bright light and stripped of their possessions. Blood began to pour and sprinkle as flesh was reduced into ribbons on every cry for help that never comes.

However, three were only savored alive.

One remained standing, simply watching as the barbarity raged on before turning its back, and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.