I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
Her wings aid her in evading the attack on her legs, though it’s entirely unintentional. All she desires is the height required to take the Ascended’s head from her shoulders. The fury in her heart burns hotter tonight, scalding the edges of her entire being until they begin to darken and flake into ash. She is hardly a woman considering the length of her lifespan, and already she is so very tired.
The protestations twist the Fae’s mouth into a deeper grimace of disgust. Pressing forward inexorably, refusing to let the Ascended out of her range as she jumps and beats her wings, aiming a hard kick to the woman’s solar plexus to try and kick her down. “If you are so regretful then why did you turn to them?! Your actions are the basis of judgment, not whatever lies you choose to say to comfort yourself!” Slashing out with her other chakram, frustrated at her inability to land a true blow, Nephele lets the poison inside twist up and out over her tongue, hoping as it burns her to nothing that she’ll take someone down with her.
The protestations twist the Fae’s mouth into a deeper grimace of disgust. Pressing forward inexorably, refusing to let the Ascended out of her range as she jumps and beats her wings, aiming a hard kick to the woman’s solar plexus to try and kick her down. “If you are so regretful then why did you turn to them?! Your actions are the basis of judgment, not whatever lies you choose to say to comfort yourself!” Slashing out with her other chakram, frustrated at her inability to land a true blow, Nephele lets the poison inside twist up and out over her tongue, hoping as it burns her to nothing that she’ll take someone down with her.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
