[ That feeling swells and festers, bites her from the inside and tears her apart. It's sickening, tightening, and Inancha feels as if she might suffocate. The discomfort makes her angry. While the anger is nagging at her and making her ill, she reminds herself that it can be useful. Yes. Get angry. Get furious. Use that anger to turn it back on the one who has caused it and make her regret it in tormenting punishment. ]
[ The implication that Inancha is not fighting on her own will is as infuriating as it is true. It's in that truth that she feels her anger boil and pop in her gut, and something in the back of her mind begs for her to focus on that. But the part that Jebei and Raih'sae have forged? It is louder, threatening, and forces Inancha to rush for her victim. Even as the sharp darkness thrusts from the earth and tears at her armor and freshly-exposed skin, Inancha charges. ]
[ One slash, two, a second attempt on Khara's end tearing Inancha's helmet and cutting clean at her brow and allowing blood to curtain her features. She cries out, a loud roar as she conjures yet another spell. It is then that Khara's attack successfully blinds her. But Inancha raises her staff and sticks keenly to where she recalls her enemies placement. ]
SHUT UP!
[ Fire. And a violent torrent of it that sparks at Khara's frozen placement. She can only hope the large blast of fire encircles the threat before her as she struggles to see. In her blinded state, blood creeps into open eyes and burns. She swipes at them, even as she continues to rush forward where she can hear the blazes crackle and howl. In her blinded state, she can hear the power that surrounds the two of them and clashes, and Inancha screams yet again as she swings her staff violently. With only the darkness to see, her hearing is all she has, and she wishes for the sound of her staff colliding with Khara's head. ]
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[ The implication that Inancha is not fighting on her own will is as infuriating as it is true. It's in that truth that she feels her anger boil and pop in her gut, and something in the back of her mind begs for her to focus on that. But the part that Jebei and Raih'sae have forged? It is louder, threatening, and forces Inancha to rush for her victim. Even as the sharp darkness thrusts from the earth and tears at her armor and freshly-exposed skin, Inancha charges. ]
[ One slash, two, a second attempt on Khara's end tearing Inancha's helmet and cutting clean at her brow and allowing blood to curtain her features. She cries out, a loud roar as she conjures yet another spell. It is then that Khara's attack successfully blinds her. But Inancha raises her staff and sticks keenly to where she recalls her enemies placement. ]
SHUT UP!
[ Fire. And a violent torrent of it that sparks at Khara's frozen placement. She can only hope the large blast of fire encircles the threat before her as she struggles to see. In her blinded state, blood creeps into open eyes and burns. She swipes at them, even as she continues to rush forward where she can hear the blazes crackle and howl. In her blinded state, she can hear the power that surrounds the two of them and clashes, and Inancha screams yet again as she swings her staff violently. With only the darkness to see, her hearing is all she has, and she wishes for the sound of her staff colliding with Khara's head. ]