Thana thoroughly enjoyed playing with people. She didn’t have much of a concern about getting hurt herself because, frankly, that was half the fun for her. The crazed woman relished in pain, be it her own or someone else’s. Another person in pain was obviously more satisfactory to her but the sick truth was that she enjoyed getting kicked around a bit herself. It was arousing to her, to put it simply. There was an inexplicable sense of excitement she got from physical violence of any kind, so even when it was directed at her such actions did little but spur her further into more and more deranged acts.
However, that was not what was happening here.
As Ghost summoned his magical blade, Trinity sensed the shift of energy in the air and it helped her pinpoint his location. A wicked grin split her lips as she ran toward the spot where he appeared, sword in hand, seemingly with no regard for her own safety. Ghost swung his sword at her and she raised her arms to block it, fully expecting the attack to tear out a large chunk of her shields, if not bring them down entirely. Instead, the weapon carved down her hardened flesh without leaving so much as a scratch, and her magical shielding felt like it had barely been inconvenienced by the blow.
In fact, she hadn’t taken very much damage at all since this battle started, and what little she had received had been quickly healed by the nature of her own abilities. All at once it just kind of hit her: She was bored. And not just bored, she was a bit angry. How could someone with so much bluster, egoism, and self assurance be so wholly… disappointing? Thana was finding herself disgusted by him. She looked at her arms and the sheer lack of her blood pouring out of them. “Is this it?” she asked him, all tones of humor dropped from her voice. “This is… this is seriously all that you have to offer me?”
What an utter waste of her time and efforts. It was one thing if she knew going in that her prey was going to be an easy kill worth little more than taunting into a state of fear before eviscerating them. It was another for someone to talk her up like they were going to be a challenge and then fail completely to live up to such boasts. In an instant, any miniscule respect she might have had for him fell to zero. Without much warning, her arm snapped out to snatch him by the neck, quite literally stretching beyond its natural length to cross the few meters of distance between them. She bore her strength down in her fingers to slowly start crushing his windpipe.
“You bore me,” she informed him, flexing her hand even harder as she reeled in her arm slowly like a fishing rod dragging him closer toward her. “If you have nothing substantial to offer me over empty threats and unmerited boasts, then I think I’m done playing with you. Worthless toys belong in the dump.”
Reaching back with her free hand, she jammed her gnarled fingers into his chest, taking her time as she painstakingly wrapped the digits around his heart and ripped it out of his body. The quivering mass of muscle continued to beat furiously in her hand as his blood dripped down her arm and the life left his body. As Ghost died in her clutches, the weight of his body sagging against her, the twilight world washed away from around them. Since it was tied to Ghost and he was no longer alive, there was nothing to tether them there anymore.
She rematerialized in the middle of the same street in Crocus where she’d been before. All around her were citizens staring in horror at the destruction that had been wrought before Ghost had dragged her to his peculiar realm. Their terror only increased when she appeared before them once more with the lifeless body of their supposed hero in her hand. A few people screamed, but most could only just stand in paralized shock. Already there were so many dead Rune Knights around them, and now it seemed a known Rising Star had been murdered by the very villain he’d sought to apprehend.
Thana tossed Ghost’s body at a random civilian’s feet, who quickly jumped back out of the way. “That belongs to a guild somewhere. Be a dear and make sure it’s returned to them. Inform them that it’s against the law to litter this country with their trash.”
If this had ended in any other way, the psychopath might have been going on a murderous spree through the capital right now, high with blood lust. Unfortunately -- or fortunately, depending on whose perspective one was looking at this from -- the absolute disappointment that this entire fight had been, if one could call it that, had entirely drained her of her desire for a slaughter fest. Not interested in waiting around long enough for more authorities to show up, she wandered off toward the city, eating Ghost’s heart like a freshly plucked apple. People parted for her, of course, wanting to stay out of her way, but as soon as she was done with her rather lackluster snack she ducked into a corner to manipulate her appearance and change it to something less alarming.
By the time she was back on the streets, no one recognized her as the woman that had just slain about a dozen people in the middle of the streets of Crocus, and she was well on her way to the next city.
Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.