[KQ] The Limit

That idiot redhead seriously owed her his life. Zariah gasped for air as rocks pummeled her into the ground, briefly knocking the wind from her lungs. She winced as her body hit the floor, doing her best to keep from being pinned. Thankfully, after the first hit, the rest hit their mark and she was able to – painfully – get back on her feet. With a small glare towards the redhead she turned and headed for the stairs. Upon reaching the top her eyes narrowed at the gathered crowd. Many faces she didn’t recognize, but a small group stood out to her. Loren, Astra, Wyeth, Cyton…Neron. Neron. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she looked upon the family of Launceleyns from Northaven, but in particular the one with a too-full-of-himself smirk curving his lips. She loved them all in her twisted Launceleyn way – family was family – but Neron had been the one she ultimately trusted her heart to. Unlike Ashetta though, she did not approach. The dead stayed dead. End of story. ”Ashetta.” she called, her tone a little harsh been when was it not. ”Don’t fall prey to illusion. These aren’t your loved ones, just shadows and trickery. Let’s keep moving.” she said, walking passed all of the fallen loved ones, her own included, to head towards the stairs that would certainly be on the other side of the room. She even jerked her head to Sam to indicate he should follow. Zariah ignores her dead family members and tells Ashetta and Sam to follow as she heads towards wherever stairs might be. zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.