Signs of Restraint

The young Riona was back within the streets of Loranthis after her sudden trip to another city, she had things to do whenever she goes there enxt, including beating up the King. But for now the child would continue her life as normal within Loranthis.

A prideful stride carried by the young child, her wooden sword held up and resting on her shoulder, each step she took was as if she were marching, her feet raising high for each step. Naturally the girls chin and head was held up as high as she could get it to reach.

Having only just returned she was certain her work within the white castle had been slacked on and it was up to her to pick up the slack, even if she wasn't sure where the woman that gave her the job is at anymore. Approaching the castle led to the child instead catching the gaze of a man, he wore purple and carried a mysterious shroud about him within Riona's eyes.

A smirk slides across the childs lips, her wooden sword is swung off her shoulder and she digs her feet into the ground. "Raaaaah!" The child called out her battlecry before rushing headfirst toward the likes of Gorandis, her wooden sword swinging down at the mans chest.
(Riona)

The city was so very stifling... Gorandis saw little reason to truly stay. After all, there was nothing more for him here, not until Nahele made good on her word. Not until he was truly repaid. And Nahele certainly seemed to be... lacking in that department. He still despised her... and managed to find new reason to do so every waking moment.

But he left it to simmer, to concentrate in the pit of his stomach. It could stay there for now, untapped, raw, powerful. And yet it gave him an odd sense of calm. To know how close and... comforting it was. But that could be left alone now, he had conquered it. But that did not mean it couldn't be roused against his will. And now it threatened to do just that.

He allowed the wooden sword to strike him, it would never really do any real damage to him after all. But for a long moment he simply glared at it before following the length of the weapon to its source... a small child. The wooden blade was gripped gently, yet firmly, and he began to squat down, getting on eye level with the child.

The glare remained, Some of that captured anger leaking through. "Child. Do not harass those around here." His grip on the blade grew tighter and tighter. "You will find people who react to it... less than kindly. You should not go around attacking strangers." The final two words were accompanied with a thick, crimson spark around his hand.

But he went no further. he was trying to restrain himself after all. Hold the rage back, just for a little while...
(Gorandis)

Riona's strike has hit true once more, without fail she managed to smack her wooden sword right into her foe, withint he young childs mind played out the scenario that she wished to see. From her sword a crimson splatter rains out and the man before her collapses to the ground lifeless. The childs imagination was always far from the reality. It was as if she was trying to hit a Neries again, no damage had been dealt.

Once more the childs sword had even been taken ahold of, a grip that the young drakanite's little arms couldn't hope to beat at this possible time, but that doesn't stop her from trying. A yank and pull on the handle, heels of her feet stomped into the ground and shoving herself back off and away, trying her darnest to reclaim her sword that seemed to get always get caught, as if her sword was a hand magnet of some kind!

A familiar warning had bee cast out, she was once more being told not to strike people around the white castle, she can't quite understand why, or even why it was she was punished the first time when she struck Lasswell, she issued a challenge and followed through with it, it was as simple as that.

"Why not!?" The child questionned with a glare on the man, her glare was however quickly broken by the crimson spark of lightning, her grip on her sword even quickly remoed, a leap back off and away from it, clearing a distance to ensure she doesn't get shocked.
(Riona)

"Because if you push your luck. You will die." His hand fully grasped the wooden blade and the crimson streak ran along it, charring the entire length to ash within and instant. "And I am not above being the one to kill you. If you want to play being a soldier then you must be ready for the people you fight to fight back. You have to be ready to be hit back."

"And the people around here hit a lot harder than you do." He stood back up and strode over, covering the distance she had made with a single step. With a baleful glare he held his hand in her direction and the crimson flash returned. Just the barest, the tiniest amount of it jumped from his finger to her left shoulder. Enough to make it feel like a large static shock.

But nothing more than that. "So settle down. Do not go around hitting people. If you try to do it again I can assure you that you will not be pleased with the results..." The scarlet lightning faded with a roll of thunder. "I am probably the kindest person you could meet around here... but even I can only be pushed so far. And I am trying very, very hard to be nice."

"Do not push me over the edge."
(Gorandis)

More warnings were cast out at Riona, each time she was given a warning she never truly heeded them, each time she'd struck somebody in the past it always worked out alright for her. Many had fallen to a swift single blow from the young drakanite, others had managed to stand up to her, taking her sword from her or just shooing her off, but she always managed to get her sword back. To Riona the wooden weapon was probably her best friend, she took it everywhere, she loved the thing.

For the little drakanite to be forced to watch the sword be destroyed, vaporized in an instant, it was a more devastating blow to her than any physical strike could manage. She felt crushed, her eyes were open wide and beginning to rapidly fill with tears. She lost her sword, her favorite thing in the world, the same wooden sword that has carried her through so many trials and triumpths.

"Noooooo!" The childs voice rang out, salty tears rolling down her cheeks, her feet both stomp repeatidly on the ground, her hands balled into tiny fists and thrown around. With half a mind to strike the man for his crime, she'd been halted in her thought process at that moment, a crimson bolt flickering out and striking her shoulder, it singes through her clothing leaving a hole and zaps right into her body, burning from the inside out as electricity did.

A cry of pain escapes the child and she brings her hand up to grab at her shoulder. Losing her sword was bad enough already, but now she was hurt too. Another word doesn't escape the child, she onl stumbled back away from the man before trying to quickly turn tail and book it out of there, running along the road to get away from the bad man as fast as possible.
(Riona)

The tantrum was... put up with. He had to remind himself, all of these people he dealt with, they were all just children. They were young, uneducated, impudent little things... But they were still children and he should try to not be too harsh. And so, while his hands curled up into fists and he quietly seethed with anger... At least he did so quietly.

"Quit your crying, be glad I did nothing worse to you." His words chased her back as she ran off crying. He could chase her, it would be so easy to catch up, to stop her and teach her proper manners... But he doubted he truly had the patience for it. That much at least was evident from his appearance alone he was restraining himself oh so very much.

"And make sure to never bother people around here again!" He waved her off aggressively and resorted to grumbling to himself. She could run off for now, hell he didn't even want to stay in the city regardless. Who cares what one crying child thought, or even who she told...
(Gorandis)