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While such rage was the foundation that her psyche had been rebuilt upon, this complete loss of control was not a regular occurrence. In fact, she had never lost her senses like this when claiming the heads of magical bounties.
But this wasn't just some errant magic user with a lust for power and a disregard for life.
This was a Dreadlord.
This creature had stood for everything that was wrong with Vel Anir, her injustices writ large in terrible, powerful flesh.
They had taken so much.
At last, Jaster's voice broke through the red fog that had clouded her judgement and Syele finally stopped. Wrenching the dagger from his perforated torso one last time and dropping it upon the floor. Her exertions combined with the still-throbbing blow to the Guardsman's chest left her breathing ragged, the hard leather of her armour left devastated where she had been hit.
"They all... deserve this..."
Still kneeling by the corpse, Wilhart took her time to try and catch her breath. The blood still pumping in her ears with each adrenaline-spiked pump of the heart.
Syele looked to Jast, an eyebrow poised quizzically on her blood spattered face, "And what exactly...are you hoping to find?" Wilhart inquired, disregarding his lackadaisical apology and getting to the meat of the matter.
She might have passed the test, but frankly his behaviour in their short time of knowing each other was more than peculiar.
But this wasn't just some errant magic user with a lust for power and a disregard for life.
This was a Dreadlord.
This creature had stood for everything that was wrong with Vel Anir, her injustices writ large in terrible, powerful flesh.
They had taken so much.
At last, Jaster's voice broke through the red fog that had clouded her judgement and Syele finally stopped. Wrenching the dagger from his perforated torso one last time and dropping it upon the floor. Her exertions combined with the still-throbbing blow to the Guardsman's chest left her breathing ragged, the hard leather of her armour left devastated where she had been hit.
"They all... deserve this..."
Still kneeling by the corpse, Wilhart took her time to try and catch her breath. The blood still pumping in her ears with each adrenaline-spiked pump of the heart.
Syele looked to Jast, an eyebrow poised quizzically on her blood spattered face, "And what exactly...are you hoping to find?" Wilhart inquired, disregarding his lackadaisical apology and getting to the meat of the matter.
She might have passed the test, but frankly his behaviour in their short time of knowing each other was more than peculiar.