Aisen saw Adara run out of the sphere he’s created. “Stay Back!!!” he yelled. As the light blades come down, they didn’t choose which target to attack and which to not. Some of them were aimed directly at Adara…and it was too late to dodge.
The collision had happened and the cloud of smoke has cleared…but Adara seemed to be unharmed. A darker equivalent of the sphere Aisen created before surrounded her, with light blades only inches away from her body. The Hydras have stopped moving, same with Aisen’s currently kneeling body. The half of his face which hosted his black eye was burned to the point where some parts of his skull was visible.
(That took longer to type than expected XD)
Adara gaped. He was using too much power! She felt her anger rise at her uncle, at how he had treated them. Her fire was getting slowly hotter.
Aisen slowly stood up, using the staff he held as support. He breathed heavily while his body collapsed slightly. He steadily made his way towards Adara, aware that his face is currently messed up.
She waited for him, aware that if she left the sphere, he would have to use even more of his power. Adara watched, eyes burning.
“I…I apologize for yelling at you…” he said as his black eye absorbed the two spheres’ energy back into his eye. His face didn’t return to its normal state, but he looks slightly more refreshed.
Adara held him up, wincing slightly at his face. "You're good. Now, stay here, it's my turn to fight," she said as a few Chimera appeared.
“Yeah, please take over…” Aisen requested as he sat down on the floor, once again using his staff as support.
Adara sighed, sending him a fond look before stepping out of the sphere. Her anger burned hotter when she heard the boos, and when she saw her uncle looking bored. She thought about how he had illusioned her into thinking that she had almost killed him, and her fury burned so hot that her hair and hands burst into flames. She charged at the Chimeras, eyes glowing red-hot, fire trailing after her.
Aisen stared blankly at the fire before his sight turned blurry. He soon fainted inside the sphere. His body has taken too much without him knowing.
Adara heard a thump and glanced over to see Aisen get knocked out. Her uncle laughed, amused. He was eating… popcorn? While watching people die?
Adara's fury was unimaginable. Fire exploded all around her, burning a light blue-the hottest fire ever. It burned the Chimera with ease and licked up the walls, towards the crowd. They screamed and started running. That only fueled her even more. Light blue flames burst into being in front of the doors, and soon the crowd was surrounded.
"Enough!" Her uncle yelled, standing up. Adara glared at him, eyes glowing like her fire. Her hair was made of pure flame, and her fists were on fire.
"No," she said simply.
Her uncle made a motion, shooting water from his hands at the fire, but the water evaporated. He tried moving it, but to no avail. He was powerless against her.
(Ohhhhhh, this is perfect Evil laughter)
“Hey there, your majesty” a young man’s voice echoed inside the king’s head but no one was near him, yet the voice was almost beside him.
Adara walked slowly towards the king, stepping on fiery steps.
“Care to explain what happened to my brother lying over there, your majesty?” The voice asked and their voice ricocheted inside his head. Following the question was a sadistic laughter, loud enough to hurt the king’s mind.
Adara heard the voice, but gave no indication that she did. The king backed slowly away, real fear in his eyes. She raised a burning fist and gestured in the air. A woman made of flames appeared. "F-fiametta?" He stammered, recognizing his late wife.
The voice in the king’s mind has gone silent…after a long time of pure silence, a loud scream pierced his mind from the inside out. A figure appeared behind the king, holding a poison tipped knife by his throat. The other hand was holding the king’s head steadily, making sure he can’t escape without cutting himself on the knife.
Adara waved sarcastically. "Hey, annoying person. You mind not killing him just yet?"
(Sorry, @Alex_is_trying, we kinda went really far on the rp.)
(lol it's totally fine, I'm happy it's so active)
Marge didn't turn around, but she answered Aza's question. "Actually, dear, I'm a Light Elf, like my son should have been. Elm rolled his eyes and flipped her off when she wasn't looking. "Hey!" The man on the couch yelled. "I'll be having none of that Elmsworth!" Elm cringed and lowered his hand quickly. "Sorry, father." The man stood up and walked over, with a glint of fire in his eyes. He was older, but he looked fit. "Hello, I'm Pinecrest." He extended his hand to Aza.
Meanwhile, a loud clatter came from the next room and the sound of a girl screaming in frustration. "GOD DAMN THIS STUPID CRAP!" Pinecrest turned and yelled "Selene, manners! I will have no violence in this house-hold!" He turned back to Aza. "Apologies. She's frustrated."
“If by just yet means I can kill him later, then sure” Carlsen (the figure) replies with a grin.
Adara rolled her eyes. "You can kill him after. I just need to give him some painful burns first."
(Hello~)
Carlsen threw the king to the ground, kicking him once and stepped on his head. “Then quickly do it, I can’t wait to stick his smiling head on my cabin’s wall” Carlsen threatened as he [disgustingly] licked the poisonous knife whilst giving the king a psychopathic stare.
(Hey)
Adara snorted. "Patience. You both act like small children." She bent down and smiled sweetly at the king before dragging her still-burning finger down his cheek.
Aisen stood up and slowly walked towards them. When he arrived, he smacked Carlsen’s head. “God damn you…can’t you be a little quicker?” “Well, I tried. The dimensions kinda messed up a little so…”
The king screamed. "Oh," Adara said with a mock frown. "I should probably tone down the heat of my fire."
The brothers pathetically looked down at the king. “How about we increase the heat instead…?” The brothers said the same thing at the same time as they both summon cursed flames on their hands, just with different colors.
(Aisen’s is blue, Carlsen’s is gold)
Adara grinned, her light blue fire burning hotter. She could hear screams and smirked. The king was panting. "It's okay," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You'll be okay."
(Her hand is still on fire btw)
“Well since we’re at it…” Aisen looked at Carlsen. “…should we…?” Carlsen questioned him back. “Yeah, sure” Aisen held his hand straight to the king’s face as Carlsen does the same. They both slowly increase the temperature on their hands to torture the king steadily.
