Xanthe -- Water 2 DF

[21:21:29] It's not long before he feels the cold embrace of steel; a hit to the face during his own run. He almost seems to drop the body, though, he manages to steady himself; a deathly-strong grip kept upon it as he stands. A simple frown to Hera, and, a pause. "I --...", he begins, oh.. It'd been so long since he saw Hera, how does one tell this story?

"Nostvale.", he states -- though -- he could lie, this time. "Was traded by Melavai for.. Someone. Red..?", he explains; the name that he was given when the Siren announced her plans. However, crouching down; with the body on the ground, the boy slowly begins to unfold all of the cloaks. Perhaps once can identify the horribly charred remains of Ariadne Avharain.

"She -- dead. . .", he declares; choking up. Had he still been friends with the Queen?

Yes, it was obvious.. Perhaps not the best of signs within this city.
(Amir)
[21:28:19] Ariadne Avharain. The blight on her name. The blight on her father's name. Achilles's name. Eurus's name, it was gone, the demon in female human flesh was gone. However her defeat was bittersweet. Xanthe wanted to be the one to slay her. Xanthe wanted to be the one who not only brought upon the Belial cult; but her family members such as Ninurta and Feithan to ruin--- but also failed to defend Tilandre attempting to lay claim to it.

"Failure Queen. You took my family name and dishonored it. You took my crown from me and dishonored it. And in the end; you did not fight for the land you stole from me. In the end you died after bringing my brother and father to their deaths with your demonic cult... I couldn't even get a single bit of satisfaction in killing you myself." Oh, she had hatred in her heart. Hatred that brewed and brewed, but now did not have an outlet with Ariadne's death. Her lips puckered up.

And then a gob of spit was fired at the charred remains' face.
(Xanthe S. Avharain)
[21:30:52] With Amir now stone cold stunned on the ground and Liese attempting to run interference, it was time for Hera to get the touchdown. Civilian? If only for this one moment, the pilgrim decides to use what one might call, diplomatic persuasion... And pulls from beneath her cloak the letter sent by the Regent Daphne. She hands it over to Liese.

"Everything is in order, as the Maker Wills it." She'd say. "I have many, many words to share with this Sarradian. Born and forged of clay he may be, but I must test him, discern where his mettle is." The hammer is hefted, the eyes turn to Amir once more. There is a deep, deep frown.

Until the charred remains are uncovered and a scowl takes its place. She looks between Amir and the body, grip tightening on her hammer before she lets it drop into her two hands.

"YOU BRING A LIAR, AND A CONSPIRATOR OF MY BROTHER'S DEATH BEFORE ME." She bellows, taking a step forward. "Even in death, I must destroy all that remains of her, Amir. Stand aside."

A holy light surrounds her, as Hera takes a few steps closer to Amir and the body. She is being awful slow about it, though.
(Hera Rosengard)
[21:37:42] Even as the body is unveiled; Amiris unsure -- nervous of what to do. He knew that if any of them were to touch it, the Sarradian was going to flee immediately -- with the body -- Ariadne deserved a proper burial.. Not destruction at the hands of a maddened friend. Well, sure, it was justified; but.. Amir would not let Hera -- the body is quickly grabbed and re-wrapped.

"She -- was....... My friend.", he states; even if the woman had broken his heart horrible, even if she denied Amir exactly what he wanted with what she had done.. Amir was going to defend her corpse. Even if it put him at odds with the rest of the world -- it was his friend, and, he refused to let Hera touch it. He knew what would happen..

He begins to back away. A simple glare upon the Rosengard..

Perhaps another could end up chasing him -- but Hera would have no chance.
(Amir)
[21:46:14] Xanthe was more than just a little girl. She was an Avharain; not the type like her occult and otherwise unmentionable forebears, but rather like Achilles and Eurus. Seekers of Justice. By Any Means Necessary. It was the legacy she had now. It was the path she must walk. Justice didn't mean the same thing to her perhaps now; that it meant only a year or two prior.

Everything was taken from her. Family, birthright, crown, Kingdom and yes; even some friends. Rage consumed her as she noticed Amir attempting an escape; that could not be allowed. And so the fleetfooted girl rushed forward, the whip on her back grasped and thrown forward toward Amir's legs, cracking just as it hit and wrapped around them, tripping him up.

"THAT WOMAN IS A DEMON WHO HAS CAUSED ME AND MY FAMILY SO MUCH HARM. DESTROYED MY FAMILY! As the last Avharain I know who walks this earth, I am going to make sure that body is destroyed, so destroyed no form of Necromancy or other vile magics can EVER bring her back! I don't care if you hate me Amir; or if you intend to fight me. I am destroying her corpse.

Now. She was nothing more than a demon, and deserves whatever remains of her, to be destroyed just as a demon should be." Her fists tightened, her eyes glared. Would Amir too, leave her? Betray the trust she had given him prior because he wanted to defend the woman who had brought on harm to her family? Her hatred seemed to only fester more and more at this point. There needed to be some kind of release.
(Xanthe S. Avharain)
[21:50:30] Of course -- as the whip is wrapped around the feet of Amir, he is found restricted -- stopped in movement.. And his grip tightens up the body; ensuring that he would fall on his back. The body could not be damaged, it would not be disprespected.. Amir would not allowed it -- it was going to be stopped. He didn't care if he'd be bountied.

"Xanthe..", he calls out -- a simple hand coming out as water escapes from the pond -- and earth rises from the stone paths. She was in for a wild ride -- and the Avharain was going to feel pain. Amir was escaping with the body, whether she liked it or not; he pulls forth his own whip. The only thing he had on him..

"Xanthe.....", he calls once more -- as though lost in thought. It was strange.. He was fighting with a literal body in hand.
(Amir)
[21:56:28] Xanthe simply frowned at the man. He was someone she respected, someone she cared about; someone she felt like family; perhaps like a brother or a cousin. But now he was betraying her. Betraying her desire to get any form of revenge for herself."How could you.." Rejecting the girl's closure. Rejecting her desire to rip from this world those that had wronged her. By Any Means Necessary; the Avharain child would break through and destroy any and all enemies of those that remained of Tilandre.

First what remains of the Belial cult... and then? The Azraelites. Even old friends if they stood in the way, too. "I don't want to FIGHT YOU AMIR but you are forcing me. You were like family to me... how can you not see how her stupid cult RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME!" Her family, her country. Her crown--- all gone, because of that devil

And so her attacks came, blistering fast as she attempted to defeat Amir. Give him no form of room as she attempted to go in and beat the heck out of the guy.

Though wind mages are super anti-Melee and I'm a glass Agi-mage so Im probably going to get my bootyhole stomped.
(Xanthe S. Avharain)
[21:57:20] Xanthe S. Avharain's speed increases!
[21:58:11] {combat} Xanthe S. Avharain has been defeated by Amir! They're unable to continue fighting.
[22:02:27] Just like that, the Sarradian is quick on his feet; a hand comes out, and water magic begins to blast at her; sure, she could attempt to power through, but.. The wall fo earth was likely not to help -- neither was the fact that Amir was overpowering Xanthe in a horrid manner; magic, particularly his, manage dto stop those of physical power more than not.

Xanthe would've been soon trapped within an orb of water, the Sarradian beginning to swirl it around furiously to trap her in it -- waiting a few second before letting her go; it was likely Xanthe would've gotten air at the last second before she'd go unconscious.

"... Grow up. This -- your.. Sister-in-law.", he states, before turning away. "Hera, I -- am -- sorry.", he states; long pauses taken between words, and breaths. "Maybe can meet after buried.. But.. Will not let disrespect friend when dead."..

With that, Amir was gone.
(Amir)