[ Inancha feels the cold steel of Khara's blade touch her chin, a chill that wracks her to her very core. It excites her. And despite the jab at who she has become, her brows perk and there is a smile that follows the sharp edge prodding at her soft skin. ]
[ Khara is very right to point out that Inancha has become nothing more than a mere weapon, a borderline copy of the Dotharl she has idolized. Her words do not burn when they bring no thought to provoke her. In the passing time, Inancha has been beaten into submission, forced to kill until the tears stopped. Until the fear left her. It is merely a finalization to the work the Malaguld had started. And she has nothing to feel but a gratefulness for her teachers having fleshed her true potential. She revels in the memories of the Malaguld, but to be a Dotharl... That would be an honor. ]
[ But she will fight like one, and she will bring the severed head of her final heart-string to the very Dotharl that calls for it. And she will be fully forged as an asset and treasure to the Collective. ]
[ Inancha says nothing at Khara's remarks and threats, and jumps a great distance away from her at the invitation. Despite the weight of her armor, Inancha is quick on her feet and grips at her staff tightly. And she wastes no time at all, sparking her first spell-- A strike of hard lightning in her direction, an attempt to provide a lasting deal of damage and potential stunning over time. ]
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[ Khara is very right to point out that Inancha has become nothing more than a mere weapon, a borderline copy of the Dotharl she has idolized. Her words do not burn when they bring no thought to provoke her. In the passing time, Inancha has been beaten into submission, forced to kill until the tears stopped. Until the fear left her. It is merely a finalization to the work the Malaguld had started. And she has nothing to feel but a gratefulness for her teachers having fleshed her true potential. She revels in the memories of the Malaguld, but to be a Dotharl... That would be an honor. ]
[ But she will fight like one, and she will bring the severed head of her final heart-string to the very Dotharl that calls for it. And she will be fully forged as an asset and treasure to the Collective. ]
[ Inancha says nothing at Khara's remarks and threats, and jumps a great distance away from her at the invitation. Despite the weight of her armor, Inancha is quick on her feet and grips at her staff tightly. And she wastes no time at all, sparking her first spell-- A strike of hard lightning in her direction, an attempt to provide a lasting deal of damage and potential stunning over time. ]