Lorielle's bright eyes flicked back and forth, watching the ensuing fight. Â Near her feet, the earth had broken apart, wet sand shifting and falling off of the rising stone. Â Her eyes narrowed as a third party emerged from seemingly nowhere, attacking Tobias and saving the other bandit's life.
Before Lorielle could carry out her attack, Tobias's assailant had retreated into the shadows again. Â Lorielle shifted her focus to the bandit who had gotten away. He was so close, yet appeared to have no remembrance of the Elezen woman. Â His attention was fixed on Tobias. Â It gave Lorielle the opening she had been waiting for.
"This is for raising your hand to me," she said, muttering at first before raising her voice into a slight roar. Â She swung her staff up, spinning quickly and forcing the stone and dirt up and out of the ground. Â Flinging her staff like a bat, the dense stones sailed through the air, aiming directly for the back of the unsuspecting man's head.
Whether or not the attack landed, Lorielle prepared herself for another attack. Â She took on a different stance, holding her staff out to her side. Â Her body was tense, the muscles in her arms bulging, her collar bones protruding from sunken skin. Â Rain fell from the long strands of hair that had fallen free from her braid, dripping and cascading like streams. Â The flaming tree nearby cast her in an orange glow, the light flickering and dancing with the rain.
Although the Elezen woman started this trip looking clean, dainty, and proper, she now looked primal and feral. Â Hair fell before her gleaming turquoise eyes, narrowed and locked onto what would now be her prey.
Before Lorielle could carry out her attack, Tobias's assailant had retreated into the shadows again. Â Lorielle shifted her focus to the bandit who had gotten away. He was so close, yet appeared to have no remembrance of the Elezen woman. Â His attention was fixed on Tobias. Â It gave Lorielle the opening she had been waiting for.
"This is for raising your hand to me," she said, muttering at first before raising her voice into a slight roar. Â She swung her staff up, spinning quickly and forcing the stone and dirt up and out of the ground. Â Flinging her staff like a bat, the dense stones sailed through the air, aiming directly for the back of the unsuspecting man's head.
Whether or not the attack landed, Lorielle prepared herself for another attack. Â She took on a different stance, holding her staff out to her side. Â Her body was tense, the muscles in her arms bulging, her collar bones protruding from sunken skin. Â Rain fell from the long strands of hair that had fallen free from her braid, dripping and cascading like streams. Â The flaming tree nearby cast her in an orange glow, the light flickering and dancing with the rain.
Although the Elezen woman started this trip looking clean, dainty, and proper, she now looked primal and feral. Â Hair fell before her gleaming turquoise eyes, narrowed and locked onto what would now be her prey.
