willpower dev 5

"No. I cannot muster or understand why...

You would be in a place of such divine origin; even these waters are holy. A surprise you are not burning, truly."

Sienne checks her perfectly porcelain wrist. No watch, either, but it was worth it to rotate the tension out. Her hand drifts to the pommel of her blade. "It would do you well to leave without much resistance, hm?"
(Sienne)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[22:57] The young woman would slowly exude a sigh. A glare extended towards the group of Holy magi present. It was an irritating sight to behold to see someone command such a force before pushing themselves into a dangerous place.

"You have little room to be governing commands dear."

A small controlled breath would flow throughout the woman's body. Remnants of Man and raw energy spilling and pooling out towards her fingertips. It was provided that they were given a supreme amount of focus.

"However, you will find that soon enough won't you?"

She spoke. Her energy resonating throughout her body. As if her body tuned itself to the expelled mana. Demonstrating control at its finest.
(Minerva Elinora)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[22:59] Fleur quick runs back to hug Erika then back to her spot.
(Fleur Sanctum)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:01] Faust Monteil says, "Oh but I will say this."
[23:01] Faust Monteil says, "The cloak."
[23:01] Faust Monteil says, "Fabulous."
[23:02] Violence beckons.

Even now, it seems that despite all these threats made.. the Demon merely stands opposing to the group, confident in his ability. Was it a conniving strategy, perhaps, or was he thinking of something entirely else? Regardless..

"You're right about one thing."

"This place does have divine origin, which is precisely why I'm here."

The blackened webs spin out of his fingertips.. and where the rest are steadily ignored, his gaze seems to shift onto Sienne; of all things, he knew of her very well.. for she's spent plethora of time around the Tower.

"Were you not the relief for Versail?"

"Though, I suppose now that he died, you are not bound to entertain the snake in his chambers."

There's a smile. Why exactly Senevál is telling all of this? Yet, the blackened threads seem to spin with the new colors.. one that could touch upon ethereal essence, translucent and shining with light like no other. The threats of other magi sway little to intimidate the Demon, and instead.

"I'm afraid that I have a lot interest in this place. But, ah.."

"Don't you have 'slaughtering' to do, hm? We're right here." His gaze assesses the group. It seems that Erika was already on the backline as support.. which is unlikely that they could actually snatch someone away from here.

How quaint.

"Which one of you will step forth?"
(Senevál)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:02] Faust Monteil says, "Oh my god."
[23:02] Faust Monteil says, "You talk a lot."
[23:03] Minerva Elinora says, "I have a score to settle."
[23:03] Tyrith takes the sudden arrival to an army of the faithful was some alarm. Her own religion was anathema to them, and the loud noise of armored knights arriving fills the strange apothecarist with a sense of unease. She doesn't seem particularly healthy at the moment, and those who had experienced it themselves could identify the tell-tale signs of Sylvanum withdrawal; weakness in her muscles, sunken eyes, shaking, and a fidgety demeanor.

Ever-sure of her own power to protect herself, the probing Magnolian was neither fazed by or particularly malicious towards the duo of demons. It was well-known that she had sided with the Black Order against letting demons travel unrestricted to Theria, but she herself did not harbor special ill-will towards them.

"In this Kingdom, only I and the Black Knight have experienced the Fae's blessing... I live and study here to better understand annwyn, the fairy otherworld. I'm not ready topart with it yet..."

The floating apothecarist turns to the Krausites.

"Ehm… Please don't fight," she rasps. "...This is an old castle, built in the time of the Astyan-Magnolian compact. The foundations are not very strong."
(Tyrith Airgetlam)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:03] Erika cos Salis says, "Bullshit we had an entire tournament right here."
[23:03] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "The tournament was dumb"
[23:03] Senevál says, "Useful information. These structures are formidable, then."
[23:03] Faust Monteil says, "Yeah, well so are these two pretending to me folklore figures."
[23:03] Erika cos Salis says, "Imagine..........."
[23:03] Faust Monteil says, "So...."
[23:03] Faust Monteil says, "go figure"
[23:03] Erika cos Salis says, "The entire area here covered in -sand-."
[23:03] Senevál asks, "Ah. Were they.. attempting to add to this pond?"
[23:03] Senevál asks, "Make some sort of a beach?"
[23:03] Erika cos Salis says, "Nope."
[23:03] Kircheis von Astrea says, "Shut up."
[23:04] Kircheis von Astrea says, "Demon kind."
[23:04] Kircheis von Astrea says, "Vile, putrid abomination."
[23:04] Faust Monteil says, "Demons aren't real."
[23:04] Faust Monteil says, "We've been over this."
[23:04] Maeve blinked as the entire church of Osrona stepped into these ruins. Those rubies gaze across all present - there doesn't seem to be a singular trace of fear in said gaze. As relaxed as one could possibly be, even if the potentiality of death was present.

"Oh me..."

"Oh my..."

"Such light meets the eye... Holiness I do spy." Maeve rhymed as she'd pivot on her heels to face the group she assumed Tyrith must have somehow beckoned here... Or Champloo. It felt like too potent of a coincidence.

But, it only brought the opportunity as she looks over Erika's army.

Light will meet the night.

She's prepared to invoke some... fear.

Steps were taken closer after she watched Senevál make his move. She, too, had the same confidence to the steps which followed.

Her grin widens,

"Helllloo, Starlights. Let's have some clean fights..."
(Maeve Illumir)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:04] Kircheis von Astrea says, "Stars? We praise Kraus."
[23:04] Faust Monteil says, "Holy shit its 50cent"
[23:05] Champloo Borin says, "Amazing."
[23:07] Kircheis von Astrea whispers something.
[23:07] Kircheis von Astrea whispers something.
[23:07] Sienne whispers: Are you going forward, Minerva?
[23:09] Faust Monteil asks, "Hey, Raid, you getting involved?"
[23:09] Rain Multhunder says, "No reason for me to get involved, I suppose."
[23:09] Rain Multhunder says, "At least not yet."
[23:10] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "Champloo."
[23:10] Rain wonders which side people think he would join.
(Rain Multhunder)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:10] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "Don't fight."
[23:10] Champloo Borin says, "..."
[23:10] Champloo Borin asks, "Why?"
[23:10] Fleur Sanctum says, "Champ."
[23:10] Fleur Sanctum asks, "For me?"
[23:10] Tyrith Airgetlam whispers something.
[23:10] Fleur Sanctum says, "Don't plese."
[23:10] The young woman would happily step forth. A smile ever so present within her eyes. Mana pouring outwards from her body, her strength was within her faith. And her will would swiftly follow afterwards. An irritated look would be given.

"I think we have all heard you spoke enough Seneval."

The female would draw another breath pushed into all forms of her focus into this one battle. Just as Nerin had taught her. The physical limits of her body breaking past. It was her time to show what she has learned towards the adversity.

She would slam her fist into her palm. Mana expelling outwards in an rippled fashion. She has gotten the hang of the basic applications of the magic. It was all her time to shine if she was able to. And she would step forth to maintain Osronas peace.

"Lets get to it!"

The woman would leap forth. attempting to damage the enemy with the use of her resonating palms to attack and disable the target. All her training lead up to these crucial moments into time, no more hesitation, no bars held.
(Minerva Elinora)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:10] Senevál says, "He came closer, I recall."
[23:10] Tyrith Airgetlam whispers something.
[23:10] Senevál says, "Let him fight, if he wishes so..."
[23:11] Champloo Borin says, "Make it sound like I haven't stared death in the face before..."
[23:12] Tyrith Airgetlam whispers something.
[23:13] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:13] Champloo Borin says, "Miki."
[23:13] Champloo Borin says, "Nevermind..."
[23:14] Champloo Borin says, ">.>"
[23:14] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:14] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:15] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:15] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:15] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:15] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:15] Sienne whispers something.
[23:15] Fleur Sanctum whispers something.
[23:17] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "Selling a Blackout for 100,000c."
[23:17] Champloo Borin says, "Gimme it now and ill pay later"
[23:18] "Seneval?"

"I don't believe we met.. have we?"

For he knows not how she's aware of his name.. and yet, when she intends to deliver such a blow immediately, he merely finds himself sinking deep within the shadows that were appearing all around them.. proving it to be a rather difficult endeavour for him to be hit. If anything..

It's going to be a challenge for her, clearly.

"--Ah."

"Straight to action, I see."

The ethereal webs are sprung. For where there's already Occultic presence all over, something about these ethereal webs feels off.. as if they were attempting to ensnare her with a slow push, as if there were more and more of them building up..

Until it could become a trap that nobody has seen before.
One that echoes with the essence stolen.

Just how many has he robbed to achieve this? It becomes perfectly clear for her that before her stands a rather violent Demon.. for as much as he seems to be well-spoken, as much as he seems to not openly display aggression, the evidence of his crimes speaks for itself.

These webs echo with stolen lives.

"Always pests.."

"Don't you have Tower to raid, anyway? I was working there. Though, I suppose I'll have to pause my work for this."

"Waste not my time. I'm a busy one, you know?"

The webs are flung once more. This time, directly aimed upon Minerva..

To steal her essence as well.
(Senevál)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:20] Rain Multhunder says, "flex"
[23:23] ** Senevál has inflicted an injury upon Minerva Elinora. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[23:34] There was no hope.

No matter how much Minerva struck, it would seem that it could harm Demon very little.. in fact, each time that she intends to deliver a strike upon him, it seems that he either sinks in the shadows or entraps her amidst the weaving, essence-bound webs, ones that steadily take away from her lifeforce and strength alike. It becomes increasingly difficult to really strike upon him..

So much so that she finds herself growing exponentially weak, weaker.. until there's almost little strength left.

"You pitiful woman."

"So much motivation and eager, but no strength to back it up."

It's almost like a dance with the shadow. One of elegance.. for where she charges upon him with fervor, she finds herself ensnared in the webs more and more, each of them pulsing with translucent light, if only to turn dark- and each time this happens, her strength continues to grow less.

"But it's okay."

"It was fairly reckless of me to wander here, to not expect company like this. Perhaps, I made a presumption too quick that it would not be guarded.."

"For that, I'll let you pummel me to teach myself a lesson to not be so reckless anymore."

She's allowed to strike. For it seems that Senevál.. actually hardly moves at some point- and instead, spreads his arms apart to readily take her hits. Where the blood splatters from his form, bruises appear, and the cuts alongside with Energy-born flames singe him..

It seems that the Demon is wholly unphased despite the injuries beginning to accumulate upon his form.

Until..

"--That would be enough. Your cooperation is appreciated."

A violent strike. The shadows surge, with the sanguine glare upon his eyes only further showing the might of the Demon; all of the ethereal webs suddenly snap at her, cutting into her flesh, burning her and forcing an out-of-body experience.. one which saps her so much of essence that it seems there's something else as they energize themselves..

A brief glimpse into spiritual side.

Before it ends. Swiftly, she's dropped onto the floor.. and left powerless, wounded. Only eventually does he turn to the crowd, seeking out a specific person.

Despite all the wounds, he speaks out.

"Maeve? I believe we're done here."
(Senevál)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[23:43] The young woman would continue on her plight to defeat the spider demon. His abilities were very much something that she would fear. The fight had raged on. As Ethereal energy would flow throughout her body. She would hit the Spider demon with all of her strength. Continuing her path as energy mage.

Her fists weaving throughout with the potential residing within. As she was able to recreate her ability once more. Acting to push against the adversity that was there before her. A small focused breath would be generated. Pooling in more resonance mana.

She would envision her hand touching upon a pool of water. As she had focused. She had given a small glint of what was to happen in the future..Her palm of raw energy striking into the body of the demon, silencing him temporarily.

Her ethereal mana was strong, however not strong enough to face the adversity that she was given head on. Webs would swiftly drain the young females essence. And force an out of body experience straight afterwards....

Visions of the realms would weave through her mind as her spirit would be tugged against.

However... She had resisted against the dark influence strong enough to live another day. She had fought against the demon, and had found answers to what she was truly resonating to.

"D-damn!"

She would utter. Her body riddled with scars, she survived an ethereal soul rip, but her pride was damaged along with her body.
(Minerva Elinora)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------