07-31-2014, 06:09 PM
Cherise swore loudly as a fireball screamed past her and slammed into the witch-hunter woman. Though she quickly turned to one side to avoid getting too terribly burned, the flames still washed over her in a wave. This fool was going to get them all killed! "Ray! Is it too much to ask that you tell me when you're about to unleash utter hell?" she snapped, brushing embers off her coat. The smoke slowly began to clear...
Brigitte stood with her hands on her hips, considerably singed, but not much worse for wear. Her face appeared calm, but a certain... madness in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. She stepped forward out of the smoke and dust, scoffing at her guards. "Imbeciles and weaklings, all of them," she muttered. The inquisitor looked out at the assorted mercenaries and raised her voice. "I see that you have successfully outmaneuvered my guards. A noteworthy feat, if not particularly surprising. What is surprising, however, is the fact that you-" She whirled around to point to Ray- "-just tried to kill me with magic, when you wear one of the Most Pure and Sacrosanct Church's most ubiquitous tools around your neck. Admittedly, though, yours is a tad outdated, so perhaps the fault is in your ignorance." Brigitte paced slowly, eyeing each of them in turn warily. "Well... I suppose all that is left... is to surrender peacefully."
She smirked. "If you'd lay down your weapons."
Cherise saw the woman turn toward her, but too late. Before she could sidestep or bring down her blade on that stupid blonde head of hers, the Inquisitor made a motion not unlike hauling in a fishing net. Strands of Light magic bit into her armor, and she yelped, tumbling to the ground. With a cackle, Birgitte pinned her to the ground with the magic, then reached for the rawhide case tied tightly to Cherise's belt-
"...Hm? What's this?"
With a small silver-inlaid dagger, the inquisitor cut the casing free and examined it. A long, smoking crack ran up the front of it. "No..." she murmured at first, and opened it quickly. A plume of smoke rose from the box. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Her screechings echoed off the cliff face as she withdrew and waved about a partly blackened and charred, but still visibly golden, book. "Do you see this? Do you see what happens when you let filthy, evil, stinking mages run amok?
The bonds around Cherise fizzled and faded, but she remained in place, white as a sheet. That was their pay, burning in that woman's hand. Impossible, the casing had been shielded against all kinds of Anima magic- Oh. Oh no. It hadn't been shielded against Light magic. "The case must have been cracked by one of her bolts, and then..."
The red-clad woman screamed to the high heavens, a slow aurora of magic starting to coalesce around her. "Heathens! Traitors! Fools!"
Brigitte stood with her hands on her hips, considerably singed, but not much worse for wear. Her face appeared calm, but a certain... madness in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. She stepped forward out of the smoke and dust, scoffing at her guards. "Imbeciles and weaklings, all of them," she muttered. The inquisitor looked out at the assorted mercenaries and raised her voice. "I see that you have successfully outmaneuvered my guards. A noteworthy feat, if not particularly surprising. What is surprising, however, is the fact that you-" She whirled around to point to Ray- "-just tried to kill me with magic, when you wear one of the Most Pure and Sacrosanct Church's most ubiquitous tools around your neck. Admittedly, though, yours is a tad outdated, so perhaps the fault is in your ignorance." Brigitte paced slowly, eyeing each of them in turn warily. "Well... I suppose all that is left... is to surrender peacefully."
She smirked. "If you'd lay down your weapons."
Cherise saw the woman turn toward her, but too late. Before she could sidestep or bring down her blade on that stupid blonde head of hers, the Inquisitor made a motion not unlike hauling in a fishing net. Strands of Light magic bit into her armor, and she yelped, tumbling to the ground. With a cackle, Birgitte pinned her to the ground with the magic, then reached for the rawhide case tied tightly to Cherise's belt-
"...Hm? What's this?"
With a small silver-inlaid dagger, the inquisitor cut the casing free and examined it. A long, smoking crack ran up the front of it. "No..." she murmured at first, and opened it quickly. A plume of smoke rose from the box. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Her screechings echoed off the cliff face as she withdrew and waved about a partly blackened and charred, but still visibly golden, book. "Do you see this? Do you see what happens when you let filthy, evil, stinking mages run amok?
The bonds around Cherise fizzled and faded, but she remained in place, white as a sheet. That was their pay, burning in that woman's hand. Impossible, the casing had been shielded against all kinds of Anima magic- Oh. Oh no. It hadn't been shielded against Light magic. "The case must have been cracked by one of her bolts, and then..."
The red-clad woman screamed to the high heavens, a slow aurora of magic starting to coalesce around her. "Heathens! Traitors! Fools!"