Eyes of the Enemy

JP with Omni and White_Caribou

A blue flash, winter’s light. A man sent through the air. Voah couldn’t make out details of the figures in the darkness of the alley, but she knew the look and feel of magikal force. It was evident she was seeing a sorceress at work.

Her mind went dark for a moment and instinct kicked in, allowing her to forget about her own peril to vanquish this new evil.

As she ran forward, she saw the man scrambling for his lost sword, the witch’s dagger preparing to plunge.

Time seemed to slow as she approached the scene. A chill haunted the air and Voah looked to the crawling man first, seeing the protective symbols of her faith etched upon the armor. There WERE other Helians in Gra’akast.

Then the witch turned to see her with eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly, Voah felt as though she was looking into some kind of strange mirror… No… it was not herself she was seeing, it was her mother.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart skipped a beat, and she faltered as a thrill jolted her attention.

She beheld a witch with pale skin, dark hair, green eyes, and the physique of a dancer staring back at her. The woman was similar in age and appearance to Voah’s mother, Xhi’xha Valeryn around the time she had last seen her.

But this wasn’t her mother, just an approximation, an illusion built in error from the witch’s Mizaran features, as in a dream when the mind filled in gaps with visual information. She was a Helian as well. What in the name of Zin was going on in this city? The witch’s desert and Odonine garb shook Voah from her very brief, yet emotional stupor.

She swung the Holy Sword down at Shalia Nix.

Shalia had approached Malacost, the man beaten and shaken while crawling to the sword, ready to make him truly suffer. Was he nothing without his blade? Figures. She stepped on it. Time to end this, get some answers though he didn't seem the type to confess.

But before she could do anything more, movement appeared in her peripheral. Eyes darting to the side, she spotted the woman and her swift blade gleaming under moonlight.
Shalia grunted and slammed her dagger against the incoming blow, the weight of it requiring both of her hands to hold off the damage, opposing blade rested against her shoulder. She held it there for a brief moment to look at her face. The eyes. Another Helian, this one smelling strongly of something earthy, seemingly fit if the shadows didn't betray her. She held the sword well.

Shalia's arms tensed again as she held it with gritted teeth, wavering a little under the pressure with just a dagger once again.
The witch blew a puff of frost into Voah's face. She then pushed the sword away with a sudden strained motion, jumping back to take a swing at her abdomen with another icy shard--longer now than the one created before. She was further pissed off by the second intruder and the frigid temperature of the alley made it clear to anyone with sense.

"Fuck off!" She barked lowly as she swung forward, unsure if this woman had some sort of defenses up like the first. Knowing there were multiple people hunting her made much more sense. Eyes in all corners waiting for the kill.