Submitting Luciana

Luciana Toryia says, "This shit again."


Luciana Toryia says, "Enough, Zaruma."

Luciana Toryia says, "End this senseless destruction. You are only proving the demonic stereotypes true."

Zaruma says, "Ah-- you."
The Archon was on full-blown mood to simply end this war; knowing that Luciana has participated in Ardent defence forces too, Zaruma had little patience to simply wait around and see how soon the Ardent forces would come to him.

Instead, he pushed for destruction and deaths of Ardent people all too often. Perhaps it was Luciana's mistake to come here and intervene.

"It's way past proving any stereotypes."

"I remember you insulted me before. Now defend yourself - you'll join your father soon enough."

The optics of the Archon were lit in bright crimson- he intended to spot weaknesses in her defence, to spot weakness in her body, and the scythe was already drawn.

No matter what else Luciana would say, she's going to be attacked.
(Zaruma)

"Then so be it. I have had enough talk." she'd simply say.

Luciana brandished her staff and twirled it about, her holy aura glowing everbright as it stretched from her body. Potent exorcist magic filled the air.

The Sarradian's eyes held a deep hatred for the Archon and all his followers. They would all soon taste justice.
(Luciana Toryia)

The Sarradian had no chance against Archon- his battle experience and overwhelming strength have proven to be too much for her, and before she could even realize what's happening, the Tempest had caught her in his hurricane.

Essentially, the poor lass was thrashed and thrown about, if only to be direly injured both by his scythe and his Fell Wind. The holy energies around her were small and meek, unable to compare to overwhelming presence of Occult that Zaruma provided- and eventually, she was caught in the final blast of the Fell Wind.

It targeted her insides, the glowing crimson in his eyes providing a good view of what he should strike. The Arcane energies swirled around him, focusing his rage into his resolve-

And despite the fact that he was still bitter over how Somnus died, Luciana wasn't even a good outlet to his anger. She was merely a small fish to him, waiting to be chomped.

Luckily for her, the final blast has taken her away, out of the Archon's reach.

"Return to Ardent, and never come back to these lands."

"You and your people, just like the rest of Black Leviathan, are banished from these lands for aiding Ardent."

"You're kill on sight now. I don't care about Demon stereotypes that Ikkaku told you, but if you followed them right away - I have nothing to prove to moronic imbeciles like you."

"Now begone."
(Zaruma)

Luciana stood against Zaruma, but her willpower was simply no competition for the Archon's legendary power. She soon found her body succumbed to both the pain of scythe wounds and the fatigue induced by Zaruma's Fell Winds.

She'd rise shakily to her feet, badly beaten.

"Moronic...imbecile.."

A smirk graced the Sarradian's face. The fact that she was bruised and beaten and leaking a bit of Life Blood was irrelevant to her at this point. Despite the intense shell-shock, she would remain standing. Not moving an inch in any direction.

"You are a fool...if you think you can get away with it that easily. I- I am not going anywhere. Zao is my home...you will not take it."
(Luciana Toryia)


Lazarus says, "Hi, can I take her next? *he'd speak enthusiastically*"
Unamused, the Archon spoke.

"We both know how this goes. You'll retreat to Ardent, then you'll fight the forces of Aetherius under their banner, and more than likely you'll die."

"Or perhaps you'll escape my grasp, just like you did now."

But seeing Sarradian remain on one place, he had his brow arched. Did she wish to die? Was she trying to prove a point? It mattered little to him. She was injured by now, and an easy prey.

"Go on, Lazarus."

"Have a go against her if you wish."
(Zaruma)