The Downfall of a Mage
Posted Sept 8, 2018 7:36:12 GMT -7
Post by Rira on Sept 8, 2018 7:36:12 GMT -7
The entity from earlier had caused tremendous damage—not only to the cities and its residents, but also the mages that opposed it. Rira had noted it, ever since she had intervened to surprisingly fight alongside them, and in addition to the new information she had gathered throughout the battle, she had noticed familiar faces. Faces that opposed her. And she was glad she had. Diana, the woman that she had first encountered on a business yacht. The woman that had hopped on the ship, interfered with the crowd and caused the entire thing to drown in flames. She had tried to disrupt Rira's plans, used every skill in the book just to mess everything up and for what purpose? None. Not to mention, the double failure of trying to conquer Shanghai. She had been there to meddle yet again with Rira's business, for little to no reason at all.
Thus, Rira looked to end it all. The battle with the divinity had given the woman a good drive to hunt her down and eliminate her for she assumed Diana would be weak enough to not delay too much of her work. And surely, in no more than an hour, she had quickly tracked her. Hell, it was barely hard when rumors and small news channels called it out: an odd-looking girl staggering down the streets alone just to slump down before an alleyway. It was even easier detecting which alley it was, Rira's blood felines creating a wide vision for her and branching themselves over Shanghai in order to trace Diana.
Her black heels clicked against the pavement sending a quiet echo throughout the dark street, the barely lit lambs doing a mediocre job in lighting up her path. With a pitch black dress, it should've been nearly impossible to see her, yet her pale skin appeared crystal clear each time she strolled in front of the lights. She wasn't carrying her suit today. Instead, her hands were covered in sharp, pointy gauntlets constructed through blood and would sway with each gentle stride she took. Her path was long, she was passing several dark alleyways that led to nothing apparent, and she would only stop once she found the right one. The one where Diana lied.
She slowed down, her head turned and with stoic green eyes, she scanned the pitch black alley. She couldn't see her, but she knew Diana was in there. Even when she entered it, she couldn't hear anything save for the loud steps of her heels. Her pace didn't cease, not even when a rat casually darted in front of her abruptly. She proceeded to enter the alleyway until her eyes spotted an unconscious Diana on the ground, leaning against the corner of the wall as if to make herself comfortable while she slept. It was a rare sight, seeing the girl weakened and vulnerable like that. Thus, Rira wasted no time gawking at the sight. Instead, her hand slowly raised to place her palm in front of her. In a second, liquid formed at the core of her palms before quickly extending into a long rod that barely fit the tight path. At the end of it, a blade slowly constructed before the form solified into a scythe.
Rira's eyes never left the woman throughout this. She watched the small bruises scattered across her face, the way her clothes wrinkled and even teared a bit. She knew she had it, that Diana wouldn't be able to do much or escape anywhere with those marks. Hell, she probably had worse injuries hidden beneath her clothing. Yet, Rira wasn't much for a wait. She was patient, but not stupid. Her other hand grasped at the scythe and with one motion, she raised it above her head. With one swing, she would tear this mage open in two.
Thus, Rira looked to end it all. The battle with the divinity had given the woman a good drive to hunt her down and eliminate her for she assumed Diana would be weak enough to not delay too much of her work. And surely, in no more than an hour, she had quickly tracked her. Hell, it was barely hard when rumors and small news channels called it out: an odd-looking girl staggering down the streets alone just to slump down before an alleyway. It was even easier detecting which alley it was, Rira's blood felines creating a wide vision for her and branching themselves over Shanghai in order to trace Diana.
Her black heels clicked against the pavement sending a quiet echo throughout the dark street, the barely lit lambs doing a mediocre job in lighting up her path. With a pitch black dress, it should've been nearly impossible to see her, yet her pale skin appeared crystal clear each time she strolled in front of the lights. She wasn't carrying her suit today. Instead, her hands were covered in sharp, pointy gauntlets constructed through blood and would sway with each gentle stride she took. Her path was long, she was passing several dark alleyways that led to nothing apparent, and she would only stop once she found the right one. The one where Diana lied.
She slowed down, her head turned and with stoic green eyes, she scanned the pitch black alley. She couldn't see her, but she knew Diana was in there. Even when she entered it, she couldn't hear anything save for the loud steps of her heels. Her pace didn't cease, not even when a rat casually darted in front of her abruptly. She proceeded to enter the alleyway until her eyes spotted an unconscious Diana on the ground, leaning against the corner of the wall as if to make herself comfortable while she slept. It was a rare sight, seeing the girl weakened and vulnerable like that. Thus, Rira wasted no time gawking at the sight. Instead, her hand slowly raised to place her palm in front of her. In a second, liquid formed at the core of her palms before quickly extending into a long rod that barely fit the tight path. At the end of it, a blade slowly constructed before the form solified into a scythe.
Rira's eyes never left the woman throughout this. She watched the small bruises scattered across her face, the way her clothes wrinkled and even teared a bit. She knew she had it, that Diana wouldn't be able to do much or escape anywhere with those marks. Hell, she probably had worse injuries hidden beneath her clothing. Yet, Rira wasn't much for a wait. She was patient, but not stupid. Her other hand grasped at the scythe and with one motion, she raised it above her head. With one swing, she would tear this mage open in two.