[ Inancha's spell finds its mark, leaving Khara sluggish and slow. Spitting a curse, Khara once again exerts her darkside outside of herself, using it as a shield to mitigate whatever it is that Inancha has planned for her. At the other Au Ra's words, Khara can't help but give another bark of a laugh, a bitter hymn eking into her tone when she speaks again. ]
You just said you were an asset-- [ Khara gasps as Inancha's second spell collides with her feet, immobilizing her. With a growl of frustration, Khara pools her darkside in a wide radius on the ground around her and Inancha, wicked spikes materializing and springing from the ground at its edges. She follows this assault with a quick blast of darkside energy in Inancha's direction, imbued with the Dark Arts her mentors in Ishgard had bestowed upon her; should the attack connect, it would render its mark blinded for a time, though the effect was temporary.
Khara's reserves were running low. It was evident in the way her body wilted and in the way her breath came in short, desperate puffs. ]
If you're intent on killing me, do it as Inancha, then! [ She jeers in spite of herself, struggling against the treacherous ice rooting her in place. ] Not as their instrument! Not as their asset!
[ She twirls her sword in her hands, a ghost of the bravado she usually flaunted. She thinks of Baz, and hums a soft apology. Her darkside dims and begins to fade as she uses the last of it to salt the earth once more, attempting to rip and tear at her opponent for all the good it will do her, one last time. ]
I'm right here, Dotharl! [ Her voice cracks as she practically roars her words, brandishing her sword at the other woman's approach. ] Yours for the taking!
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You just said you were an asset-- [ Khara gasps as Inancha's second spell collides with her feet, immobilizing her. With a growl of frustration, Khara pools her darkside in a wide radius on the ground around her and Inancha, wicked spikes materializing and springing from the ground at its edges. She follows this assault with a quick blast of darkside energy in Inancha's direction, imbued with the Dark Arts her mentors in Ishgard had bestowed upon her; should the attack connect, it would render its mark blinded for a time, though the effect was temporary.
Khara's reserves were running low. It was evident in the way her body wilted and in the way her breath came in short, desperate puffs. ]
If you're intent on killing me, do it as Inancha, then! [ She jeers in spite of herself, struggling against the treacherous ice rooting her in place. ] Not as their instrument! Not as their asset!
[ She twirls her sword in her hands, a ghost of the bravado she usually flaunted. She thinks of Baz, and hums a soft apology. Her darkside dims and begins to fade as she uses the last of it to salt the earth once more, attempting to rip and tear at her opponent for all the good it will do her, one last time. ]
I'm right here, Dotharl! [ Her voice cracks as she practically roars her words, brandishing her sword at the other woman's approach. ] Yours for the taking!