Hues of cerulean transfixed upon the magnitude of people that lined the room; however, only one of the lot stood out. Despite the barrier of a laminated window, the light-blonde haired female could, still, sense the power wafting through. Arrays of magical energy concerning, the volume of dark mages present engulfed the room within a sense of malevolency however, Zoe’s meticulous precision pinpointed the one to be targeted. Right within the center of the room, he stood. Auburn hair neatly, gelled backward; dark orbs nefariously, scrutinizing the army centered on him as mirth lay vividly upon his visage; a contentedly callous smirk apparent. The provenance of this amusement lay in the form of a man. Albeit, unlike the other one, this one was to put it lightly, in a state of distress. However, the streaks of crimson that outlined his countenance, which were, mirrored upon the shredded attire he wore, coupled with the façade of affliction left no doubt as to the identity of the miserable man.
It’s Mr. Townsend.A skip in her heart and a gasp from her lips upon the vexed state of the man concurred a scowl upon her rosy lips; the female’s visage altering to an acrimonious one as despite, her whitened knuckles emanating her rage, she waited; patiently. After all, patience was a virtue. However, the light tilt of her lips upwards, curling upon one corner as the clamor reigned upon the, otherwise, discreetly quite room; the female knew that it was time. Slithering orbs glazing through the crystalline window as cries of anguish thundered upon the walls; the genesis of the cries caused by one only; Emilia, Zoe’s partner for this venturesome mission.
A chuckle at the pandemonium caused by the fiery red-head as plundering of dark mages occupied the spacious room made the light-blonde highly impressed with the ferocity, which the other Sabertooth mage, based herself upon. It was at this moment, that three words echoed from the rosiness of Zoe’s lips; a message clear and concise; a perception of ensuring a finality laden upon her tone.
“Well, let’s do this.” The final battle then, begun as the female hovered backwards only to emit an uproar from her throat; the contralto of her usual tone fluctuating to an emphatic level; as the glistering glass, upon which the basis of the window lay shattered, upon the wake of the wind mage who plunged herself into the room. Not wasting a moment, arms stretched onwards; parallel as the rancorousness upon her countenance, conveyed promises of ounces of agony for the dark mages.
Agile, as she swept across the room; her legs and arms successfully, landing resounding blows upon the foes belching an array of cries of affliction. With each howl of agony, the satisfaction upon the female’s face rose as she finally, approached the one whom was the intended target. His miserable state was depicted from the heap that he was cowered in as whimpers of torment elicited from his lips; the previous aura of cavalier now, diminished into a set of feebleness. Even Zoe’s own lithe frame lay potent in front of his. Per contra, the beating he suffered from the other Sabertooth mage may have provoked another side of the leader; one based upon insanity rather, than rationality as he looked up, malignance flaring wildly within his orbs and a turbulence of a lunatic roar as he charged towards the light-blonde haired wind mage.
Zoe, still afloat, moved swiftly backwards, dodging the blows he deemed to land upon her. However, luck betrayed her at one point when, a vase, unexpectedly, crashed upon her head stimulating a groan as her hand flew over to her head; the golden of her hair and ivory of her forehead now, stained with a crimson specter. Head gonging, disabling her control of herself, momentarily, as her mind plagued itself with pain. But this only enticed a stronger reaction from the female as her hands, abruptly lined themselves before her despite, the stupendous dolor; a scowl etched upon her features; her lips hovering with the words.
“Tempestuous Wind!”
A flurry of wind encircled the pioneer of the dark mages in the form of a savagely turbulent tornado as groans reverberated through him; the agile accuracy and lethality of the blades present within the tornado evoking immense pain to not only the leader but, also, the disciples that were violently, pulled through the pulsation of the tornado. It would be soon now, that these monsters would be dealt with, for fatigue was creeping up Zoe’s spine as her tiresome, sapphire hues landed upon her red-head partner.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”