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GRACE UNDER FIRE

Hm? How interesting. The letter mage would suddenly find the blinking dot that appeared above the hilt of the knife begin to blink in a place other than the orb of light. Ah, stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! So she still did only have the mental capacity of her age, yeah? It was a harsh realization that sunk in with Sorano as she realized that the real entity was elsewhere. Now that she thought back on the incidents that had occurred before, everything was starting to clear up. Ugh... Something seemingly so obvious... Evidently, Nightshade had figured this out in a flash for the mage was now pushing herself from the small canyon and speeding towards the area where the knife pointed. Anger, which seemed to be one of the woman's main emotions had almost saturated her aura, colors moving fiercely and roiling. Behind her, a crowd of oddities ran, a job evidently left for Sorano to complete.

Without hesitation, a slender finger swiftly formed the word that had popped into her head, leaving a trail of pale and translucent vapor that suddenly flashed into its full size and true form. Rays of powerful white light flashed from the word, and soon a dome was formed over the pursuers, one that clipped Nightshade for a moment as she ran after her own target. Light. Something these creatures, of whom many were categorized as dark would naturally be weak to. As the dome performed it's health draining abilities, the members of the cult still pressed on after her, however, meaning another move would have to be made. Pulling on the last bit of power left from the gathering of her voice, Sorano pushed out a last sentence. "Stop." That was enough, and she knew they would be struggling for quite a bit with the combination of spells.

Whirling around at the sound of Nightshade's yell, Sorano would hurry over via Hoshi, wondering what had happened. as they approached, a huge burst of threads would suddenly jump out before them, and after a brief scuffle, Nightshade emerged triumphant while the shadow of another aura faded away under Sorano's cool gaze. Now, unsure of whether to trust Nightshade in her reply or not, the faery would consider sitting the woman down for a nice long interrogation, then decided against it. It would only be a waste of time, which she would very much rather not have. Nodding in reply, Sorano would bid her farewells, and the two mages would part ways, likely never seeing the other again.