Fuchsia orbs traversed through the foliage upon, which lay the littered arrays of bodies; tendrils of crimson, originating from them, dirtying the otherwise, verdant canopy. Queasiness; such, as an epidemic, it coursed through her veins. A tremble in her step before, the rigidness returned. Exhaustion was wearing upon, the light blonde; the events of the day arising a debilitation in her strength. Zoe’s eyes encompassed a shutter upon them; her mind and body drifting, from the grotesque scene, in front of her. One, which she caused. Of course, no doubt lay in her consciousness that her foes were still alive. However, the crack of bones, the seep of blood ensured that, they were in no good state, as well. A sigh belched from her lips; feet treading towards her raven haired partner as she stretched, in tow with a yawn, relieving some stress.
However, until, a shot of dark magic, a few centimeters away from her lithe figure zoomed past the blonde; a flurry of hair swished forth; a moment of widened eyes as, she assessed what exactly had happened. Feet turned one eighty degrees as, pink optics landed upon a figure. Stumbling; a view of sheer malic plastered upon, the middle aged man’s face as, concentrated particles of negative energy formed a sphere in his hand; dark magic. Abruptly, Zoe’s frame positioned itself in a battle stance; arms, slightly outstretched, feet parted as, orbs narrowed; the pendulum of irritation, violently swinging within her. Honestly, the young girl had seen enough drunks for a lifetime. And at the moment, all inclination was derived towards heading back to the serene hall of Sabertooth; engulfing herself in a night of complacent sleep. Albeit, that appeared a bit too much to ask for, at the moment.
The alcoholic mage charged towards the Sabertooth one; his form yet, retaining the briskness despite, haziness clouding his head. It convinced the young woman that, indeed, these men were capable of doing anything to attain the wine, in their possession. Another sigh as, she looked on ahead; towards the alcoholic mage. As, another beam conjectured in his palm, aiming towards the girl in, a finely etched narrow line; Zoe’s feet disjointed from the terrain as, her form shot upwards. Agility in every swish of her movement as, she narrowly escaped the countless arrays of streaks of dark magic headed her way. Whilst she did that, wind accumulated within the palms of her hands which were adjoined.
In a mere moment, she swiftly turned around after her optics and audits had located the position of the alcoholic mage. Her form, still hovering within the, expanse of the air; she ushered her arms forth as, mere three words left the confines of her lips. “Aerial Blow Away!”
The wind within her palms, swiveled. A riotous rotation, taking place; the rudimentary vagueness of the shape of wind evolving, into a spiral; a tinge of ferociousness within it. A few seconds later, cries of agony were heard from the alcoholic mage as, the attack had left the vicinity of Zoe’s hand and lurched towards the alcoholic mage; having battered him, with tenaciousness; the repercussion of which lay in the form of his body, in a state of spasm before, it went still and he drifted off into a land of eclipse. “Well, at least, that’s over with.”
Zoe spoke, an undermining layer of relief in her voice as, eyes scrutinized the foliage yet again, for any sign of foes. When all seemed crystalline, her feet treaded over to where Ryo would be. Luckily, for her and both, him; the young blonde arrived just as the construct had departed. No inkling of what took place in Zoe’s mind as, a bright smile greeted him; an assuring one informing, him that she had taken care of her enemies, as well. “Looks like we’re both done with this lot.”
A statement left her lips, hands upon her hips as, orbs roamed around the area. “I don’t think there are any more left. For now, at least. How about we go check on Gora?”
During, the time span the young woman had spent with the lovable wolf, she adopted a liking for him and hence, still worried – despite his magnitude of a form – whether he was okay or not. So, ensuring that was a priority within her as, the worry etched on her face was clear as day.
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