Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20190102202907

Titania's fist tightens as she hears Vorcha's mocking words. It's not the first time someone has made death threats towards her, but she has a feeling this old man means everything he just said. A shout and loud thud beneath her draws her attention down, where a large burst of gas has just detonated a few feet below her position. She looks back at Vorcha.

"In the dust fields is a village that can't be found on any map," Titania says quietly. "Your fixer will find me there - if he can. And if he can't..." Titania lifts the director higher, staring directly into the pits of his eyes with a cool certainty.

"Then I'll be waiting for him here in Mistral. When he comes, he'll have to contend with more than just two of us. Is your fixer prepared for that, director?" Titania pauses for a moment.

"I suppose I'll find out soon. As for as information spreading... I think you're underestimating the power that a little education can have." Titania says. She holds Vorcha for a second longer, her grip loosening by just a fraction as her expression softens. And then, with a little push, she lets go.

Titania doesn't stick around to hear Vorcha's body hit the ground. She dives off the opposite end of the column and makes for Farran's position as fast as she can, sidestepping the armored mercenaries in her path. There, the Huntsman is fighting a losing battle of raw strength, the greater lizard literally pressing him into the dirt as flames stream over it. Titania barrels into the lizard bladefirst, trying to distract it long enough for Farran to scramble out from underneath.

"We're leaving, Farran!" she shouts at the stunned young man, who is now virtually cloaked in an inferno. Together, the duo drive a combined push against Tragoedia in an attempt to fling it away long enough for them to escape.