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"He's trapped, there is no where for him to escape to."
"Great goddess, what is that?!"
"It's a portal! Everyone stay back!"
"We have to follow him. He must be destroyed."
"Are you insane?! He's gone, let him go!"
"No. She is right. If that demon isn't destroyed he could return."
"He is the Otherworld's problem now, all we need do is seal the portal."
"If you're a coward, -I- will go."
"There are no Ancients left to show off to, you self centered bi-"
"Let her go!"
The portal was blindingly bright, swirling with colors that would never be identified. There was no moving forward or backwards, just the strange stomach churning feeling of falling and falling and falling. It ended suddenly with a crack of thunder and the sensation of slamming up against an invisible barrier and being shoved through a sieve.
She dropped through, landing in a crouch on a metal surface, apparently in the midst of utter chaos. A battle of men was going on. The portal above swirled shut, leaving a jolt of electricity shooting through the ceiling of the odd room and making the lights shudder and blink. She didn't have the time to ponder the oddness of her new location. Her mission was to find the demon and kill it.
The woman was lean and slender, clad toe to shoulder in a sturdy leather armor. Over one shoulder was a heavy hooded cape, clipped in place by a pendant featuring a fist with a wizard's staff. Her hair was so black if almost tinted blue in the light. Her eyes were a more striking shade of the color, scanning the room for a sign of her demon. When she rose, her elbow swung out to crack someone in the nose as she tried to draw her sword. There was too little room to maneuver and she abandoned the idea of the longer weapon. Magic would have to do.
A twist of her hand and nothing happened immediately. She hissed under her breath. There were no natural masses here, or there was some sort of barrier. Blood and soul magic would have to do.
"Where is the demon!" she shouted. Any of them could BE the demon, if it was truly clever. If she had to knock every single one of them down to find it, so be it.
Her gloves come off and she grabbed the first person she encountered, shoving them up against a wall as she cast her spell. Drawn from the soul, it would be more taxing, but she was not a common grade wizard. A flare of light shocked through the man's system and he dropped to the floor. No demon was hiding there.
Dozens more men to go.
"Great goddess, what is that?!"
"It's a portal! Everyone stay back!"
"We have to follow him. He must be destroyed."
"Are you insane?! He's gone, let him go!"
"No. She is right. If that demon isn't destroyed he could return."
"He is the Otherworld's problem now, all we need do is seal the portal."
"If you're a coward, -I- will go."
"There are no Ancients left to show off to, you self centered bi-"
"Let her go!"
The portal was blindingly bright, swirling with colors that would never be identified. There was no moving forward or backwards, just the strange stomach churning feeling of falling and falling and falling. It ended suddenly with a crack of thunder and the sensation of slamming up against an invisible barrier and being shoved through a sieve.
She dropped through, landing in a crouch on a metal surface, apparently in the midst of utter chaos. A battle of men was going on. The portal above swirled shut, leaving a jolt of electricity shooting through the ceiling of the odd room and making the lights shudder and blink. She didn't have the time to ponder the oddness of her new location. Her mission was to find the demon and kill it.
The woman was lean and slender, clad toe to shoulder in a sturdy leather armor. Over one shoulder was a heavy hooded cape, clipped in place by a pendant featuring a fist with a wizard's staff. Her hair was so black if almost tinted blue in the light. Her eyes were a more striking shade of the color, scanning the room for a sign of her demon. When she rose, her elbow swung out to crack someone in the nose as she tried to draw her sword. There was too little room to maneuver and she abandoned the idea of the longer weapon. Magic would have to do.
A twist of her hand and nothing happened immediately. She hissed under her breath. There were no natural masses here, or there was some sort of barrier. Blood and soul magic would have to do.
"Where is the demon!" she shouted. Any of them could BE the demon, if it was truly clever. If she had to knock every single one of them down to find it, so be it.
Her gloves come off and she grabbed the first person she encountered, shoving them up against a wall as she cast her spell. Drawn from the soul, it would be more taxing, but she was not a common grade wizard. A flare of light shocked through the man's system and he dropped to the floor. No demon was hiding there.
Dozens more men to go.