[ That bubbling comes to a boil, something in the pit of Inancha's stomach beginning to burn her-- Painfully so. In her training, she has learned to hone her pain and use it as a weapon, as the fuel to her flame. But Inancha has only understood physical pain. Something about this pain... She feels it, but it is not due to the wound that plagues her side. In fact, it seems to hurt worse than the large cut that still gushes with blood. The more Khara speaks, the worse it begins to feel. Inancha's eyes narrow and her lips press into a hard line when the pain provides no answer as to what it is. All she knows is the pain flares as if a limb is pried from her at Khara's claims of her no longer being Inancha. ]
[ Inancha falters, and the swiping of Khara's leg successfully knocks her off of her feet and clamoring to the floor. She voices the impact, a throaty exhale that is forced from her back crashing to the floor and almost steals her entire focus. But it shifts fast when their gazes meet again. ]
[ Once again, she calls her Jebei, and it is no longer taken as a compliment. It is an insult, a pry at Inancha's individuality that she is certain she had obtained in her training. The unknowing status of the pain in her chest is unbearable, but Inancha realizes its potential when her teeth begin to grit. ]
Enough!
[ Inancha quickly releases the spell she had been casting-- Lethargy. If she is to make her move, she must do it swiftly. And allowing Khara to move has only proven to lessen her likelihood of winning this battle in record time. She scrambles to her feet quick, storming towards her with a quickness and with the intent of striking fast. Again, Inancha begins to cast, her time much faster than it had been upon their last meeting. ]
I. Am. Inancha!
[ Apocatastasis for what she is certain will be a far bloodier battle. Again, she casts. This time, ice. Inancha aims it for Khara's feet, her teeth gritting hard against one another as she quickly aims her spell in her direction. ]
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[ Inancha falters, and the swiping of Khara's leg successfully knocks her off of her feet and clamoring to the floor. She voices the impact, a throaty exhale that is forced from her back crashing to the floor and almost steals her entire focus. But it shifts fast when their gazes meet again. ]
[ Once again, she calls her Jebei, and it is no longer taken as a compliment. It is an insult, a pry at Inancha's individuality that she is certain she had obtained in her training. The unknowing status of the pain in her chest is unbearable, but Inancha realizes its potential when her teeth begin to grit. ]
Enough!
[ Inancha quickly releases the spell she had been casting-- Lethargy. If she is to make her move, she must do it swiftly. And allowing Khara to move has only proven to lessen her likelihood of winning this battle in record time. She scrambles to her feet quick, storming towards her with a quickness and with the intent of striking fast. Again, Inancha begins to cast, her time much faster than it had been upon their last meeting. ]
I. Am. Inancha!
[ Apocatastasis for what she is certain will be a far bloodier battle. Again, she casts. This time, ice. Inancha aims it for Khara's feet, her teeth gritting hard against one another as she quickly aims her spell in her direction. ]
I am Inancha!