Shine Like The Moon (Private: Aedre & Indiana Jones)

The arcane circles pulsated with a burst of red energy, as a smirk bloomed on its caster's lips - and with an ear-splitting noise of eruption, a dense beam of magic was issued from the center of both the magic signatures. The naked eye could hardly discern their travelling speed as the beams shot forth in the wolf's direction and burst out as an explosion, sending waves of Spacial energy rolling and clashing in the air. The other wolves that had been circling the woman until now felt the remaining impact of the spell, as Aedre could observe them sliding a few inches back from the corner of her eye.

However, most of her thoughts revolved around the distinct victim of her attack and not the resultant collateral damage. There was a high chance that she had miscalculated its endurance and used a spell that was way out of its league in the situation. While she waited for the dust to settle around her already mauled opponent, Aedre could see a group of three wolves stepping up for an assault on her. That was the warning bell for the redhead as she well nigh understood that her adversaries will no longer dance solo. They had recognized her capability for what it was - a crushing hammer, and the only way to deal with such a force was grouping up with allies and raising above a certain bar of co-ordination.

The woman knew that she would have to deal with three of them at the same time, which, considering their level of ferocity and nimbleness, was a formidable task. While the beasts crouched low, the tough muscles of their legs contracting to fuel a well-timed pounce at the female mage; her hands opened up on either sides - causing arcane circles to burst open beneath her opponents' position. The wolves hardly noticed the light that swathed them in red, for a breath later, they pushed off their padded feet and into the air. But their calculations faltered by an inch.

While they sprung towards Aedre, several tentacles had shot forth from the magic circles and hit their bodies with massive force, causing them to fall back on the ground - letting the coils of coalesced Space to hold down their limbs to the earth. While they growled and fought back in an attempt to free themselves from the twisting hold, their assailant clapped her outstretched hands together; triggering three explosions that were muted due to bursting off so close to the creatures' bodies - but maimed them regardless.

And as the three wolves tried standing up on bleeding and fractured limbs, Aedre stole a glance at her last victim, letting out a relieved sigh at the sight of albeit bloody, but shallow breathing.

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Her belief was simple and crystal clear to understand; the first one to stand up would be the most stubborn. It would be the one denying the flinch and bite of pain, the one who loves to be the leader, the one who strives to steal the show, the one who'll fall before anyone else. Extending her hand towards the sky, palm facing up, the redhead made a crimson arcane circle to bloom open - as two discs made of condensed Space levitated into existence. Pulsating for a split second, they whizzed through the air, seeking out the lone wolf who'd struggled to its feet by now. It was a strong gash in the torso at first, while the second one crossed over it, inflicting a deeper cut that induced a flow of thick and warm blood. The creature hardly registered the blows as it lost blood at an alarmingly rate, with it catching the pain and the cruel itch at the dozenth cut. It pranced around in a hurry, trying to avoid the two blades that were hell-bent on designing its fur coat in a series of beautiful and bloody motifs.

Aedre had already shifted her attention to the other two, who shivered onto their legs while another magic circle marked its place over the red-head's dominant hand. She brought it down in an arcing motion, flicking her wrist gracefully, and a whip of coalesced Space trickled into her grip. It was shaped like a miniature tornado, thin and sleek within her fingers and sufficiently thick on the other end - all the while, swirling at a speed that the naked eye could hardly discern. Whipping the ground once, the woman expertly slashed around with her magically-induced weapon; pouring malice in each merciless strike on the opponent's fragile body. Flesh blistered, bruised, cut and bled under her attacks, while bones cracked and gave way to painful howls of agony. She was losing count of the trauma afflicted.

However, when Aedre raised her arm for another hit on the canine to her right, she felt a sharp jerk on the other side, a movement that was unexpected. Several teeth dug into her calf, blood oozing out as the beast pulled the flesh at a feverish pace. The woman's left left palm opened in its direction, as a wild swirl of Space collected beneath the wolf and shot upwards almost unprecedentedly - throwing its crude figure a few feet away. A wince decorated the female's features, while she called for an explosion beneath the thrown off wolf and a few others on the crucial organs of the other canine.

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A high-pitched shriek of a howl reverberated through the thick layer of humid, night air - decorating the woman's features with a deep cringe. It was all thanks to her prior training as a Slayer, for Aedre was extra sensitive to sharp notes; and though the sprightly set of powers had vanished as swiftly as honey's aroma in the midst of a crude typhoon, the innate abilities of it stuck to her. After all, they were in direct relation to her training, rather than what aura seeped through her veins or which form of nature she held in the palm of her hand. Speaking of sensory magnification, the red-head could smell and sense another creature hiding in the billowing curtains of shadows; perhaps lurking on the outskirts of the village square. She could feel the cold aura pressing into the air and the rusty smell of fresh blood swiftly floating in the air. Another beast was likely to show up soon, and he would definitely be a worthy opponent, 'I feel it.'

Her lithe hand aimed at the sky once again, initiating another spell while her freshly-bitten foot was jerked in a bid to numb the pain that surged through the layer of skin that was previously devoid of any abhorrence. Now it would have deep imprints of canine teeth that she could show off like a tattoo, "How fun." The thought found utterance in her lips, pumped with untouched sarcasm. The young Crawford wasn't so proud of battle-wounds until it held sentimental weightage; and a bunch of rabid puppies sure as hell didn't matter to her.

A magic circle bloomed open above the beast who lay nearest to her, as an octagonal arrangement of spheres were brought to life above its limp body. They pulsated in impeccable unison, before bursting off into an explosion that could be felt as rolling vibrations in the air. By that time, the other canine that was being taught a lesson by swishing discs of coalesced Space was on its feet. Somehow it was sturdily fighting back, slashing away the chakrams with its sharp claws and taking minimal damage. Aedre's blood-red irises rested on his adamant moves for a moment or two, before she snapped the fingers of her dominant hand - creating two arcane circles on the dorsal and ventral sides of her adversary's body and causing a concentrated blast on his already bleeding and wasted frame.

The woman turned around the moment she witnessed it hitting the floor with a dull thump, just like the one who absorbed her prior attack, 'Only one more to go.'

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She slid the sword from the scabbard that rested firmly on her hip; admiring the weapon's wondrous detail for a second or two. Azalea, as it was christened, was none less than a masterpiece of art and blade forgery from the deepest corners of Ca-Elum. A blade that sat in its wielder's hand more ready to kill than anything else; a holy relic in the midst of battle. It wasn't a mere showpiece of power and skill in the art of blades, but it was locked in the necessities of the present, never in reminiscences, and its purpose remained unchanged for as long as it held an edge fine enough for battle; fine enough to kill.

The redhead brought the blade up before her eyes; emerald pools of optics inspecting the sharp edge of the blade. In her hands, the sword had become more than an instrument of battle. It was an extension of her rage, her answer to an existence she was meant to take down. If it paid her well and arranged for a good night's sleep in silk-linen, the young Crawford had no qualms in taking down even the potentate of Fiore.

The hilt of the blade rolled in the grip of her hand, as she paced softly to the canine that stood alone in the village square, while a couple of its companions fought the blonde-haired man that Aedre had tagged along with to this god-forsaken village, 'We can get out soon.' Her thoughts murmured with a spark of optimism while the twin of the sword appeared in her other hand.

There were no more statements to be made, nothing more to be observed, so her body responded with the slithering motion of a bolt in the beasts' direction, as Aedre came on in a flurry of cuts and stabs that put her adversary immediately on the defensive. Interweaving with uncanny precision, each blade seemed to anticipate the other's moves and whirred about in perfect complement. But the wolf dodged the first few cuts and launched a fierce counter of its own. It was a claw swipe knifing straight at her heart; to which Aedre retaliated by leaping aside and slapping at the paw in sheer desperation, narrowly avoiding impalement at the hands of the canine. She had slammed the arm with such savage power that the wolf's bones tingled and it jerked ahead in a bid to bite off the ambidextrous woman's hand - only to fail terribly when she jumped back and plunged one of the blades into its spine. It was most certainly a foolproof attack, for the female mage had purposely hit the jack-pot of sweet spots.

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The beast staggered on its otherwise firm footing, as undulating swells of pain ran through its body when the woman pulled out the sword from the makeshift scabbard of the creature's body. It barred its strong jaw at her, while bending down slightly; allowing the magus to figure out an oncoming attack, 'A leap, perhaps?' She mused, as the blade rolled with swift expertise in her grip and was held above her head - its tip ready to plunge into the creature the second it moved even a muscle.

It came as a sleek hop, the wolf's ferocious maw wide to taste the woman's blood just like its friend did - no longer than a couple of seconds ago. There was nothing more than a feet that seperated them, so when the bound was high above her arm, the redhead had no choice but to dodge to a side with a roll of her body. The moment she turned back to face the beast, its footing had settled strongly on the ground and she just couldn't waste that opportunity - that moment of distraction when it gyrated and prepared for a second attack.

The ashen swords in her hand shone in the streaks of moonlight; pulsating with a pressing, claret ambiance, which were only shoved into the canister of soft earth and put out like a flame. There was a wave of rumble that spread from the young Crawford's position and it violently shook the attention of the creature she was up against; like verdant leaves in the midst of frazil zephyrs that billowed across the land. The beast froze into its place, its ears and hair perking up at the premonition. A gush of gale metastasized, only to be followed by whirls and ribbons of Space swiveling from the point of injection of the blades and spreading out furiously. It embraced the canine in its harrowing arms, silencing a howl of anguish and affliction in a moment's notice - only calming down when the creature was cold on the earth, as nothing but plumes of dust floated restlessly around it.

A red circle with a massive diameter had been traced on the floor, a sign of the spell still being active and within it, had entered a creature at the epitome of terrifying opulence. It has snuck in from the shadows; a bipedal behemoth of canines, 'The Omega that the sheet spoke of.' Aedre guessed, feeling the wolf's formidable aura seep into the very air and reach her with the message, 'Here is a wonderful opponent, Aedre.'

"Sooo... have all the puppies ran back to their mother or what?"

"More like, the mother just rushed to her puppies' aid."

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She tried her best not to blink, not falter at the actions of her subordinate and her face assumed a pained expression of nonchalance; one that twitched every other second or so. It was not as if Aedre hadn't witnessed half-naked men before, or completely naked, for that matter. But those were times when she was prepared, when the person on the other end was expected to do what they did, or just because they were that kind of a person. But the Pillar of Annihilation pulling off such an outlandish move unsettled the flame-haired female a notch above what she would anticipate of herself.

Only a waft of warm air escaped her lips, accompanied by a sign of non-commitance; a shrug, as she raised both her hands to the sky and summoned two circles of arcane on both ends. The dual discs would pulsate as Aedre closed her eyes assiduously and for some reason, reprimanded her consciousness for taking notice of the blonde's actions.

"Please engage this creature for a second." She articulated softly, eyes still closed, but the order obviously directed towards her aide - her half naked aide. No doubt, it was of utmost importance that she got better control of herself, or well, the more normal bit of herself. Years of being kingpinned only to the idea of capturing power and fame had an adverse effect on the young woman; to the point she had forgotten that she was only human, that she could actually feel about people, rather than just subjugate people. The thought of even mere attraction had flown out of the window years ago. Sure, there were a few flings here and there, a sprinkling of admiring looks from her side regarding someone's appeal, but those were all people that she wouldn't need to fuss over. Just trees you pass by on a road-side; nothing worth much of your time. However, this young man here, had just earned that sprinkling of admiration and he was someone she had to fuss over. He had been in Savage Skull for years now and he was a Pillar; someone who worked directly under her. They passed each other in the corridors of the guild almost every other day, it'd be sure as hell awkward if she had even a spark of daydreaming in her eyes.

'Ugh.' A let-down of a word echoed in her head, by when the arcane circles had multiplied themselves by ten-folds, arranged in a hollow hemisphere which had its gaping maw pointed at the Omega. Enlightening herself with vision again, Aedre brought her hands down again, moving to reclaim her twin swords from their chassiss of tussock once again; only to send them spiraling into nothingness, "Let's do this the ritzy-glitzy way." She muttered, while another spell boiled between her hands, as she chose to try her best and turn a blind eye to the dilemma that hammered her head.

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