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Hmm. I could get behind an rp with the big red.

You know what? I'm gonna go for it. If this is too much, I'll come up with something different. Name: Samantha Tesh Gender: Female Age: 23 Appearance: Human form; Class: Bard Race: Dragon, Song Weapon: Rapier Personality: Outgoing, playful, committed, funny, intelligent, protective, and adventurous. Bio: To most, Samantha Tesh is a fresh young bard roaming the lands in search for new songs. The secret she keeps from all is that she is a Song Dragon, a draconian race that lives in secret among humans. While trying to live a "normal" human life, she has done what she can to keep humans safe. The plight of Midnight calls to her adventurous side, and sounds like it could spawn a few songs too. Extras: >Sam's size is due to her young age. >Sam can breath a cloud of electrically charged gas in her dragon form. >Knows a bit of sonic and illusion based magic, along with some thieving skills she's picked up.

I'm working on a character, but the first draft might be a bit too much. Working on something different.

Tyler Subokuma and Talus Vanhir accepted! My Characters*~ Character Sheet Name: Francis Ironhart Title (optional): Emperor Age: 68 Gender: Male Appearance: http://www.galerielaqua.de/galerielaqua/IMAGES/Original/animation%20art/82.gif Alignment: Light Faction: Light Hegemony Personality: Lazy, jovial, uncaring, dull, prejudiced, self centered, gluttonous, and privileged. Bio: Emperor of the Light, Francis ascended to the thrown after his father was assassinated. Since then, he has feasted and caroused to his hearts content, caring little for the actual running of the empire. His only remaining child is His son Silas. Weapons: Sweetstack (copy) http://www.khwiki.com/images/6/6c/Sweetstack_%28Terra%29_KHBBS.png Theme song (optional): Name: Silas Ironhart Title (optional): Prince Age: 41 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall, thin man with well groomed long brown hair that's beginning to grey at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. Usually wears simple yet elegant suits that also do not detract from functionality. Occasionally wears armor based on Master Eraqus's, but with a white and gold coloration. Alignment: Light Faction: Light Hegemony Personality: Calculating, dedicated, harsh, ruthless, well mannered, and devoted. Bio: Emperor Francis's 2nd son, Silas was born sickly and weak. Because of his selfish nature and wanting to keep up appearances, the Emperor had Silas sent off where he wouldn't be in the public eye. Under the care of skilled healers, Silas overcame his early ailments and became a strong, capable man. At age 16, he rejoined the imperial court as a Prince, though there was still a divide between Silas and Francis. At age 20, Silas survived a boating accident that killed his older brother, which made him in the next in line for the throne. Like a dutiful son, he got married to a high born wife and had a set of twins with her, Luminara and Cornelius, though the lady sadly died in child birth. Silas had his children raised out of the imperial court, where they were taught how to be leaders and warriors. At age 26, Silas met Claudia Wisdom, a descendant of the original rulers of Radiant Garden. Taken by her idealism and innocents, Silas married her. Shortly after, his thirst son Lamont was born. Claudia over saw Lamont's teaching, though Silas she was filling his head with too much fluffy thinking. During Silas's 37th year, Claudia was killed trying to evacuate civilians in Wonderland in the face of a Heartless outbreak. Those who knew Silas noted that his demeanor became colder after his 2nd wife's death. At of deference to her, he kept all of the teachers she had picked out for Lamont. He would be fuzzy headed, but Silas had the twins to fulfill the future he envisioned. Now 41, Silas has been absent from the court more frequently now. Some say he's up to something... Weapons: Ultima Weapon (True) http://www.khwiki.com/images/1/1c/Ultima_Weapon_KH3D.png Theme song (optional): Name: Lamont Ironhart Title (optional): Prince Age: 14 Gender: Male Appearance: shorter than average with an athletic build. Medium length hair that is dirty blonde and spiky. Eyes light blue with tanned skin. Wears an outfit like this; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/3c/2e/413c2e4c45d2540e55d3fd150ffc1090.jpg, though usually buttoned up. Can summon armor like this; http://orig05.deviantart.net/3d78/f/2009/210/0/d/golden_sun__high_above_by_sora398.jpg Alignment: Light Faction: Light Hegemony Personality: Idealistic, brave, compassionate, honorable, intelligent, and hopeful. Bio: The youngest son of Prince Silas Ironhart and the Lady Claudia Wisdom, Lamont was raised away from the imperial court by agreement of his mother and father. His mother oversaw his education on a Radiant Garden estate awarded to the Imperial Family. He was taught the importance of of a leader caring about his subjects, that a leader was a servant to his subjects. As Lamont got older, he began to notice the difference of his teaching and was was actually done when he visited his grandfather. His mother explained that the nobles of the empire had lost their way, and needed to reconnect with the people if the Hegemony was to survive. After his 10th birthday, Lamont received word that his mother had been killed by a heartless outbreak. After her funeral, Silas told Lamont that he would still be spending most of his time at the Radiant Garden Estate, but he would be spending more time in the imperial court. Lamont and his father were not close, but he knew his father loved him in his own way. During his times at the Court, he came to know his older siblings, Luminara and Cornelius, better, to find they didn't like him much. He became known as a bookworm in the Imperial Court that preferred his time away from there. With the teachers his mother had gotten for him, he tries to live up to what his mother had taught him. He has started to wonder if he should look beyond the courts and even his teachers to understand the people he is to serve. Weapons: Copy of Sleeping Lion http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/kingdomhearts/images/7/76/Sleeping_Lion_KHII.png/revision/20101024091110 Theme song (optional): Name: Faedron Dramos Title (optional): Warlord Age: 36 Gender: Male Appearance: https://orig00.deviantart.net/515f/f/2015/116/e/d/edb00fe168c075f0365cfcf1946a379f-d8r7fwx.png Alignment: Darkness Faction: Dark Crusaders Personality: Determined, driven, merciless, passionate, charismatic, barbaric, and indomitable. Bio: Faedron Dramos was born into one of the weaker tribes of the Dark Realm. He was often forced to fend for himself, which built him up as a warrior and survivor. Seeing the squaller his tribe was forced to live in made him hate the stronger tribes and the fabled Realm of Light. When he was old enough, he challenged the chieftain of his tribe for the right to rule. He killed the old chieftain and set about making his tribe stronger. After a few wars with other tribes, Dramos was eventually betrayed and thought assassinated. Barely surviving, he wandered in the wilds for years. Legends say he came across an ancient being that taught and empowered him. What ever the cause, Dramos returned, stronger than ever. After dealing with the traitors of his own tribe, he began collecting the smaller tribes and villages, some through conquest, others through promises of rewards for loyalty. Now, he is the most powerful Warlord in the Dark Realm. With control over the Dark Realm seemingly within his grasp, he begins preparations to take his war to the Realm of Light and fulfill his destiny. Weapons: Chaos Ripper (True) http://www.khwiki.com/images/thumb/8/8e/Chaos_Ripper_KHBBS.png/200px-Chaos_Ripper_KHBBS.png Theme song (optional): Name: Erinys Ta'gon Title (optional): Ronin Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance: Medium height with an athletic build. Skin is pure black, making it hard to make out her features while she is in shadow, accept for the whites of her eyes, her glowing red irises, and her teeth (when visible). In light, dark gray scars can be seen on many parts of her body, including a few on her face. Her hair is a dark blue-black of medium length that is loosely gathered and tied behind her head. Cloths look like this: (Light version) http://gamer-mods.ru/_ld/8/04521496.jpg Alignment: Darkness Faction: Independent Tribes Personality: Independent, rebellious, strong willed, playful in an odd way, sarcastic, conflicted, and cunning. Bio: After the Dark Masters retreated to the Realm of Darkness, the survivors under went some magic modification to increase their tolerance to Darkness. While the majority of the Dark Realm's people suffer no ill side affects, a few are born further mutated into what are called Noxling. Thought by the ignorant to be a form of Heartless, Noxlings still mostly belong to their species of origin, though have a stronger connection to Darkness. Naturally powerful in Dark energy, they also do not appear to attract Heartless, unless they attack first. A down side is a strong aversion to light, with powerful light sources (even normal daylight) burning a Noxling without protection. While only thought to be mindless monsters by the truly dull witted, the majority of the people of the Dark Realm do look upon Noxlings as abominations who are shunned and exiled. While the Light Realm knows nothing of these mutants, one can only assume that should one appear, they would be killed on sight. This was the situation Erinys found herself in, ayoung Noxling born to unknown parents. Her earliest memories was as a slave to a powerful alderman for the fortified town of Styx. Her memories of this time is thankfully very muddled and distant, though the scars she got from this time show she wasn't treated well. When she was about 8, her owner was killed on a hunt and she was taken in by a ronin, a Keyblade Master with no allegiance to town or tribe. Named Nick Ta'gon, he raised her as his own child, teaching her in the arts of combat and survival. He also tempered her burning hatred of those who had/would shun her, engraining in her that their opinion of her was meaningless. With Nick's teaching, Erinys became a master hunter and tracker. She became tolerated by many tribes and towns for her abilities and services, though there was always the sidelong looks. Recently, Erinys' master Nick was killed while opposing the Dark Crusaders. While she took up his name and killed the crusader who did the act, she now considers whether she will submit to Faedron Dramos' rule, or resist like her adoptive father did. Weapons: Keyblade Tenebrex (true); http://img13.deviantart.net/0bf8/i/2003/11/d/4/keyblade_-_tenebrex.jpg Sharps Gunblade; https://i.pinimg.com/736x/de/70/b2/de70b27052ad376b18f04cb3ac45276e.jpg Theme song (optional):

Good to have you on board, Elrandir. Aurion and Aether accepted. I have a...bit of a history with Void Magic in my games. It would be a shame to turn my back on it now. So, go for it.

340 years ago, Xehanort's Keyblade War ended when his plan to summon the X-Blade ended in failure and he was defeated by the Lights. Over the next 140 years, dark users tried to finish what Xehanort had started, but no matter how well they accomplished the summoning process, the legendary weapon did not appear. With these near constant attacks, the forces of Light banded together tighter then ever. United against the darkness, they pushed back, retaking worlds that had fallen into the control of Dark Masters. In a final battle over The World That Never Was, the Light Alliance believed it had destroyed the dark masters. Believing that standing together was the only way to ensure that the Darkness did not return, the Alliance became the Light Hegemony, lead by the bloodline of Sora and Kairi. For the next 200, the worlds seemed to prosper, though that was only on the surface. As time went on, a lot of the nobles and leaders of the Hegemony became disconnected from the people they were to lead and serve. Opulence, decadence, and laziness became the norm for the high royal court, and the bill was paid by the normal people. As taxes go up and those who voice complaints punished harshly, it's only a matter of time before something breaks. There are even whispers that some of the more sensible world leaders are beginning to consider leaving the Hegemony. The Realm of Light inches closer to a its boiling point. How it will stand or fall will be decided by a few... ~*Another Side, Another Story*~ ~*Factions & Organizations*~ Light Hegemony: Ruling government of the realm of Light, led by Emperor Francis Ironhart. While most of the ruling class are just fat, stupid, and lazy, there are still some good people in places of power, but they seem to be in the minority. There are also some of the ruling class that are truly evil and take delight in crushing people beneath their heels. As part of ruling class, they are exempt from normal punishment, if the other nobles take notice at all. Military enforce rules, hunt down potential dark users and exterminate any Heartless found. Dark Crusaders: Army from the Dark Realm, led by Warlord Faedron Dramos. Made up of hardened soldier who have either learned from the in fighting between the Dark Tribes or simply surviving in the Dark Realm. Currently gaining control of the Dark Realm and preparing for a war with the Light. Independent Tribes: Residents of the Dark Realm who have evaded and/or resisted Warlord Dramos's control. Some oppose his desire to restart the war with the Light while others simply don't want to serve him. Some attempts have been made to unify to bring Dramos down, but no real progress has been made. Silver Ravens: An assassin's guild known for its discretion. Some assassins are mind wiped between jobs to prevent them from being able to tell on clients. Secretly operates in both the realms of Darkness and Light. Additional Details <Disney Castle was destroyed under mysterious circumstances approximately 290 years ago. Some say it was Dark Users, other say it was some sort of fight among gods. No one knows for certain. The line of Mickey Mouse ended there. (Last part is negotiable) <The Capital for the Empire of Light is Destiny Island, with the opulent imperial palace built on the island reported to have been where Sora played as a child. <Heartless still turn up in the realm of light, but rarely in massive numbers and are generally exterminated by the military. <Lessor Nobodies are some times rounded up and put to work as slave labor in what ever dangerous task a ruling class goon decides. <Only the ruling class and some military officers are allowed use of a Keyblade in the realm of Light. Because few nobles have a strong enough heart to wield a Keyblade, copies were made that simply needed to be gifted. The defining trait of a copy is that it has no keychain. Because these are readily available for those who can use them, use of true keyblades is extremely rare. How lower class citizens found with Keyblades are treated vary from elevation to higher status, to conscription, to capture and execution. Rules 1) Have Fun. 2) try to keep the rp in a PG-13 range. 3) if you are having problems with other players, please have it out here rather then in rp thread. 4) Thou shalt not kill another player's character, unless that player grants thee permission. 5) Godmodding is prohibited, as it detracts from the fun. 6) If you would like to make a faction for this rp, send me a pitch, here or through a pm. I would be happy to work with you to get it going. 7) if there is anything you want to keep secret about your character, you can send me a PM. 8) If you have gotten to this point, congratulations. You've read through the important rules. Please put "Balancing Act" at the end of your character sheet. This isn't actually necessary to sign up, but I've always done it, so why stop now? 9) Anything else I forgot. 10) Any questions? Please don't hesitate to ask Character Sheet Name: Title (optional): Age: Gender: Appearance: Alignment: (Light, Twilight, Darkness) Faction: Personality: Bio: Weapons: (if you have a Keyblade, please state whether you wield a true Keyblade or a copy) Theme song (optional): I'll post some of my characters later. Main thread: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/110521-kingdom-hearts-lost-radiance/

Nox listened carefully to Rabiyu's explanation. While she still wondered how this technology worked, she did understand the danger. The Twilight Realm housed many ancient magical artifacts that were both a boon and danger to the kingdom. "So you have dangerous stuff that you try to use without out it going haywire." The Imp said, nodding. "At least that part feels like home." Raj tore his attention away from the wondrous artifacts Z had collected to hear how she had come upon it. He bridled a little at Kai's objection to Z going out alone. As royalty himself, he understood the tight control prince and princesses had to endure. Royalty might have the power, but they were prisoners of their own station. He did smile slightly when Z flipped Kai over. "How much have you been able to ascertain about it's purpose?" Raj asked, his eyes back on the ancient technology. "I would love to see any notes you have-" "Oy!" Nox exclaimed, cutting Raj off. "Kingdom to save, remember?" The Gerudo Prince gave his companion an annoyed look, but nodded. "Of course." he said. "The quest must come first."

Alright, question about healing magic. My plan currently is for Mariel to be in a healing trance till night, when she will awaken still weakened, but wounds healed. Is that too fast?

{Mariel: Mystras encampment; Nearing the Healer Tents} With Alastor taking his leave, Mariel took a moment to take a few steadying breaths before kneeling. She could begin a healing trance to get things moving on her recovery without bothering the healers. Getting to both knees, she laid Bright Guard before her, within easy reach of her hands. She carefully pulled out Heaven's Flame from its sheath and laid it down so that it crossed its companion. Now, the part the Guardian Angel wasn't looking forward to. She reached up for the remains of the ice spear still in her wing, but paused as she recalled a small flask of moonshine she had on her in her human guise. Had it survived the transformation? A brief search revealed it had. Popping the cork, Mariel took a healthy draft from the flask. The moonshine burned on the way down, causing the Angel to make a face. As she was feeling an effect from that first drink, she reached up with her free hand and pulled the melting ice spear from her wing. She let out a muffled yelp as a new surge of blood came from the wound. She dropped the spear and pounded the ground with her fist a few times as she internalized the renewed pain. Taking another, longer, drink from the flask, Mariel settled down in a more comfortable position of sitting on her legs. She recorked the flask and placed it beside her. She began to mumble in the angelic tongue to summon her healing magic. As the power grew, she took of her head piece and stared at it dully. It took her a moment to realize a healer was hurrying over to her. She completed all but the last lines to the healing trance as she looked up at the healer, light emanating off her. "Tend to the others." Mariel said as she placed her head piece to the side. "I can deal with most of my own wounds. Though if you have spare time and magic, I'll take some extra juice for my wing." Taking a deep breath, the Guardian Angel spoke the last word and fell into a healing trance, her eyes closed and her form glowing softly. She could be awoken if needed, but would not be at full strength for sometime.

Nox was too caught up in her self-recrimination to notice how the others were reacting to her, but Raj was watching carefully. He was particularly surprised when Pixi shushed Kai. Rabiyu's understanding was unsurprising, however. Raj often wondered how close the Twili and the Sheikah were in core values and culture. Both races tied to shadows. And both were too secretive to make a study easy. Still, worth thinking about. The revelation of the lab pushed the Gerudo Prince's private musings away as he stood in awe at the artifacts he saw inside. The rulers of the Gerudo people down to him had been careful to claim and keep secret what ancient technology that they could, but their efforts apparently had not been as fruitful as the Hylain collection. "Impressive." He breathed, looking at the wonders in the lab. "A wonderous collection, your highness." Nox, still feeling sulky, looked at the stuff that filled the lab with little to no comprehension. She cocked her head to the side as she listened to Rabiyu's question of the technology's use. "Out of the loop on this one." She admitted in a gruff tone. "This junk is dangerous?"

{Mariel: Mystras encampment; Nearing the Healer Tents with Alastor} "Yeah, it appears that war cannot end me so easily either." Mariel commented in a blank tone, her gaze cast down for a moment. She seemed to recover from this dour mood as Alastor continued to speak. She caught the lecturing tone in his voice when he spoke of her going up against the Queen. The tone caused her to smile. It had been rather brash, but it had fulfilled a purpose. She just prayed it would be more than just keeping the enemy disorganized. "Thank you." The Guardian Angel replied to Alastor. "Let's hope she has learn some lessons from this battle." The injured Angel and her escort made slow but stead progress to the healer tents. A few yards from the tent, Mariel stopped. She could see a large gathering of wounded and mourners gathered around, including some faces she recognized. She looked solemn as she observed the scene. Guardian Angels were no strangers to death, but because of their training and temperament, they took the death of allies not of the Host hard. Ahead were the faded lights of brave soldiers she couldn't protect. "This is far enough." She said in a quite voice. "I can make it fine from here. Thank you for your help, Ser Alastor."

I'd be interested in giving this a try.

Just hobbling

{Mariel: Remnants of the Center Flank with Alastor} Mariel trudged on for a ways before stopping when she saw someone approaching her. She tightened the grip on her sword, but loosened it when she recognized Alastor from Raiden's introduction back in Mystras. She halted her magical muttering and worked her jaw to work out some tension that had built up. "Glad to see you survived the battle, Ser Alastor." The Guardian Angel greeted. "I will certainly take help." She took Alastor's hand with her free right hand, though only put a little weight on him. "Considering I haven't fought an Eidolon in centuries, I think I did pretty well." she continued in conversational tone, her head starting to feel light again.

{Mariel: Remnants of the Center Flank} "I'll make it." Mariel answered, closing her eyes again. "Thank you, Ophaniel." She remained on her knees as Sifrei took flight, only opening her eyes after he was away. He definitely wasn't a typical Archangel. A proper Arch would have known better then to put the life of a Guardian Angel ahead of something else more important. While she would have preferred to deliver the message herself, it was better that Sifrei did it. If she was the one to tell Raiden of this offer, she doubted she would have been able to keep from voicing her disapproval of the offer. Treachery was a possibility and would take the fight out of many who stand against the Queen. But Mariel knew this line of thinking not to be entirely objective. Raiden had been her charge years ago, and her protective instincts for him hadn't faded. A common problem among Guardian Angels, but still a difficult one to deal with. If she had told Raiden of Shiva's offer, she would have insisted to go in his place. In her current state, she doubted Raiden would have gone for it. Plus, it would have jeopardized a chance for peace. Like it or not, Mariel had to accept she couldn't protect Raiden in this case. What ever happened, she had to trust that he'd make it out alive and set the world on the proper path. After taking a few deep, steadying breaths, the injured angel began muttering ancient spells under her breath. Calling on the healing magic of her station, she directed it to numb the pains, clear her head, and stifle the bleeding. She would need better help to get back in fighting form, but Guardian Angels were made to take a beating and recover quickly. This healing magic should get her to the healers for better care. Keeping up the muttering, Mariel got shakily to her feet and be pagan her trek to the healers, using her sword at times like a walking stick.

Nox's jaw tightened at the comment from Kalifa. Talking about her mission had been a mistake. Outsiders didn't need to know the problems of the Twilight Realm. She should have kept to her instincts. "No, just someone who could be trusted." The Imp replied tersely. "Trusted not to be a blabber mouth." She thought angrily. Z's observation matched up with what Nox had been thinking herself, but she wasn't about to give the little princess the satisfaction of admitting it, even if she possessed part of a glowing triangle. "Things are rarely that convenient, Z." She said in a grumpy tone. "The world is a crisscross of tangled threads. They may touch, but that doesn't mean they are connected." Raj considered Nox's words carefully. Also the tone. He had begun to wonder if this was some sort of trickery from the Imp, but he knew her tone of regretful defiance. She wasn't happy with her confession, which quieted his vague suspicions.

Accept? Depends on how mysterious and hooded we're talking. Edit; I went ahead and posted, but if your mysterious character wants to step in, there should be plenty of area still left to cover.

{Mariel: Remnants of the Center Flank with Sifrei} Mariel did not reply to Soren's words, her expression seemingly etched in stone. But like she promised, she made no move against him as he departed. The magical flames of Heaven's Fire extinguished themselves before she sheathed the blade, but she kept Bright Guard out. This battle was over. But more bloodshed would come. Still remaining silent, the Guardian Angel followed Sifrei away from the battlefield. She began the trek under her own power, striding without sign of her injuries. But as the fury and adrenaline faded from her system, she began to walk more unsteadily. Her head was spinning from loss of blood and all her limbs felt numb. Sifrei's aid kept her going a few more yards, but she fell to her knees after a failed attempt to step over the body of a dead soldier. "Hold a moment." Mariel finally said through gritted teeth as she fought to control her spinning head. She used Bright Guard as a cane to keep herself steady as she closed her eyes. "I'm not making good time and I have a message for Raiden that he needs to hear." She said, her voice managing to sound stronger than her current physical state suggested. "You need to tell him that Shiva wishes to met with him tonight near Lake Kresnik, on the outskirts of Milos. She said to come alone. She wants to end this war, but not in a bloodbath." Mariel opened her eyes again, but they did not glow, looking more like her humans eyes. "Though I suspect one more death is destined before this war ends. Raiden needs to know this at once. Go, Ophaniel. I will make it to the healers on my own."

Yeah, without Shiva retreating, there was no way Sifrei was gonna get Mariel to back down, which could have been really bad for her. Heh.Anyway, Mariel isn't going after Shiva and won't go after Soren if he goes now.

{Mariel: Mystras Rebellion; Center Flank - w/ Sifirei vs. Soren & Shiva} Raising her sword to try and finish Shiva off, Soren's words warned Mariel of his intentions. Not sure if she could pull Shiva into the path of the attack, the Guardian Angel instead backed up sharply, bringing Heaven's Flame up in both hands. She was prepared to meet the attack head on, but a familiar voice called out to her. Heeding Sifrei's command, Mariel beat her good wing to blow her up and to the left a few feet, barely enough to avoid the Archangel's spear. Her landing was far from graceful, but she stayed on her feet with her weapon ready. As Mariel required Shiva for another attack, the horn blew. She met the Queen's gaze, her face a mask of anger and determination as she listened to the message given to her for Raiden. Her expression did not change, though she did nod her understanding when Shiva was finished. Despite her desire to avenge her fallen brethren, she had long ago been taught that somethings were more important. With the Queen withdrawing, Mariel turned to see how Soren and Sifrei were doing. She let out a sharp whistle and her dropped blade shot up from the ground and into her awaiting hand. "I suggest you accept the Eidolon's invitation, demon." The bloody Angel said in a strained voice, her voice filled with odd harmonics that showed she was preparing a sonic scream. "Do it now while I still remember the brief aid you gave me."

{Mariel: Mystras Rebellion; Center Flank - w/ Soren, VS Shiva} Mariel prepared to take advantage of Shiva's wound, but caught sight of the ice forming under the queen. Launching herself back as the ice pillar erupted from the ground, gaining a little distance. The Guardian Angel landed squared up for the Queen's next move. She briefly considered falling back more, but her fury was unwilling to give more ground. Instead, she dropped Bright Guard from her left hand and prepared a new gambit. When the Queen's leap brought her close enough, Mariel lashed out with Heaven's Flame, its magical fire flaring, striking at Shiva's outstretched sword to deflect it. As she did, her left hand snaked in to grab and yank Shiva in the path of her own ice spears in an attempt to turn the monarch into a living shield. The Angel did her best to draw in her wings, but one of the ice spears nicked her right wing and one impaled the wing. Mariel made no sound from the positive hit. Within her, old body guard training went into affect, turning the physical pain into more anger to fuel her, keeping her attempts to counter Shiva from faltering.

No worries, mate. Life happens.

Okay. Just checking. Stay safe!

Some interesting possibilities there. A dark mirror to what she could become if she went down the wrong path.