Daemones Duo [Private]

The soul bar was the  a key attraction and without a doubt the most popular establishment in the city of Talonia. This pub wasn't so much as a spot where the locals came to relax and socialize after a hard day work as it was a hot spot for mage meetings and shady deals.

The walls were a variety of silver and black hues that glew with a magenta undertone thanks to the reddish lights that hung from the rafters. Not much ever happened here in this gloomy bar or in Talonia without the influence of Fiore’s guild... It was more or less ‘quiet’ here and everyone typically kept to themselves.

Though, the tranquility of this bar had since been disturbed.

There was the sound of snapping wood and shattering glass as a middle aged man’s form flew down into one of the pub’s set tables beside the bar. There back shattered the surface and drinking tankards set upon it in a flurry of splinters, crystal, and amber liquid.

Wordless, the man’s attacker stood just at the bar. The female seemed unique in her appearance with her dark and wrapping-ravished hair. A long parchment-colored cloak remained drawn over her shoulders and shut away her front, hiding her psyche and her arm respectively. Her teal irises trained in the man who shifted up from the table shards on the floor as if to recover, that's when she walked forward, her imposing figure towering over his crumpled form.

She did not like in anyway being harassed… and  despised the drunk’s lame and perverted chat up lines all the more… What had really caused her to snap had been his doggedness attempts to convince her to slip out of her cloak. He claimed to of trying to get her to ‘relax’ a little but she knew it was just so he could get a little bit of a look at her generously endowed rack. (Men had always been predictable like that.) In addition, the Coming Storm knew his eyes and any onlooking gazes would settle upon her absence of her right arm instead, and the red twin hammers of Tartarus she had branded upon her waist; visible thanks to her cropped blouse...Both factors gave away her identity completely.

The mage reached her left hand out from beneath the folds of the fabric and swiped a half finished beer from a table at her side, downing the poison in one swig. “Now,” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and raised the heavy tankard above her head; the menacing red glow from the lights reflecting off the multifaceted edges of the glass. “What was that you were sayin’ to me?”

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Teal irises settled upon the enchanted silver cuffs which dangled from his fingers, eyeing her reflection in the shining curve of the metal.

In that list of petty felonies, he had forgotten mass arson, terrorism, and murder… what kind of knight was he if he didn’t recognize her, . She may not be so surprised of this if she was a typical felon but the council had since named her as a coming storm... perhaps her notoriety was fading....and what better way was there to regain that status then teach this ignorant knight a lesson.

"I don't usually beat up stupid people but," She chirped. No she beat up stupid people all the time, she called them guildmates.

Royanna quickly countered his wry little smirk with a wicked grin... not any simple smile, this smirk was sharp and hostile like the unsheathing of a dagger. Right shoulder still affixed beneath her shawl, Roya withdrew her wrapping-
clad palm forward again out from beneath the cloth though this time black flames danced against the exposed skin of her fingertips

"You caught me on a bad day, soldier boy."

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“Surprise me.” Roya announced, prepared to do the same. She’d been an unpredictable one since youth and a troublemaker at that. Though he could predict that she might retaliate, Roya wouldn’t shy away from this challenge- when did she ever back away from a fight?

Her eyes registered the sudden glint as the bar lights danced off the edge of the silver blade. Though few and far between she had dealt with swordsmen before. Their ashes gathered in the sidewalk crevices along with the dirt.

Her hand glided back into the cover of her robe and against her wrapped right shoulder she found the short blade where it always rested in its sheath band, sliding the weapon from it’s slumber and out from beneath her shawl. Promptly, the mage flicked the blade’s hilt up and between her fingers in a quick baton like fashion. Swiftly, she pivoted on the balls of her feet, swiveling in a quarter circle so to  build the momentum of the blade before she slashed the weapon upwards towards his abdomen in hopes to draw blood from the knight. Prepared whether he was to block her blade or take the hit, Roya had already begun her counter-attack.

Though obscured by her cowl  ebony flames struck again and raced down the non existent length  of her right arm. Quickly forging something that could have replaced the limb. Its’ fingers were sharp and clawed, and the flames seemed to raise higher in some pieces as if to replicate the protruding spines just like  that of a devil- specifically the unholy being who gave her this gift.

She didn’t hesitate a moment more, stiffening her shoulder and curling her flame digits everso slightly. She lurched the makeshift limb past the coat and forward, taking a step with the strike.

When the force of the fire conjured palm was to smack up against the target’s torso she didn’t doubt it would  be strong enough to both burn his flesh through his clothes at the touch, but sent him rocketing towards the wall like some fastball.

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A grin unsheathed across her features at the sound of his crash behind the smoke screen kicked up between them. Victory seemed to be hers, Now she might as well grab as many dollars as she could from behind the counter and jet.

But before she could so much as turn to locate the register a glint of silver shot through the smoke. A clatter sounded as she dropped her own sword and a burning sensation flared across her hip which was promptly followed by a worse sting. Roya sputtered a sudden curse, as her eyes shot down to herself, the knight's sword still shook where it protruded from the bar counter it pierced.

She threw her one, flesh and bone, hand down to her hip where the metal had sliced against her skin, fingers clutching at the crimson that spilt up against the same red twin hammers of Tartarus which was branded at her side. Roya had been grazed but at least the blade had not gone right through her. She could not say the same for her shawl, however. The sword  had since ripped through the cloth and pinned it to the surface behind her. Roya could either sit and continue to fuss over her wound or make progress in unhinging herself from the counter. Her choice was obvious. Her bloody palm came to rest at the hilt of the sword. It was hinged in the wood deep. If she had two hands or her palm wasn’t wet with blood it might have been easier. For now, she struggled and struggled to pry it out until she had to give up on it.

There resonated the long riiiip as her shawl split against the blade in the counter and she yanked away. What a shame, she liked this cloak. Roya’s blue-green hues flickered in the direction the sword had javelined through the air. She wouldn’t wait for him to emerge from the smog or to toss another one her way. She rose a palm, and a snap elicited from her fingers as several conflagrations began, flames towering up from a line of knocked over bar tables and stools to  keep the justice seeker out of her path and to leave him to burn, along with those that had cornered themselves in the back of the bar where they thought they might be safe.

Her devilish smirk shined again when she took a minute to look over the mess and really smell the ashes before she turned, busted open the abandoned cash register at the end of the bar and pocketed several handfuls of jewels. Once she was satisfied with the amount she staggered out of the building with her hand set back upon her profusely bleeding side. It would be wise for her to consider finding a doctor, But she had to flee this scene first.

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