“Jilenye! Cou’ll rnof joon enouvt." She barks, clenching her fists at her sides as she flash steps to the increasingly drained, and now confused mage. A fire clad fist is sent flying upwards towards her jaw, a vicious uppercut sandwich imminent unless she somehow managed to find the strength and speed to dodge.
As much as it hurt to hear her old friend demand to know who she was, that was sort of the point, wasn’t it? At least, it was for the moment. Soon enough, she would reveal who she was, and then, if everything went according to plan, Eme would see the error of her ways, and join forces with her.
Even if she did somehow manage to avoid the blow, the effort that would have taken would have drained her even more, especially since, the sigils were ultimately tied to Iris and her emotional state, the angrier she got, the more energy she would force from Emeralda.
"Jleem nof, olx wkienx. Fe tage puyt ho xijyujj ften cou fare.”
The fist slams hard into her jaw.
A sound of pain escapes her, her head snaps back from the sheer force, and her vision swims for a moment before going black. She doesn’t have the chance, nor the strength, to fight back. Emeralda can’t find it in her to remain upright and falls harshly to the ground from the impact. No magic, no strength, nothing.
She couldn’t question who, or what, or why this person was after her. But they wanted her. That’s all she knew. The words spoken by her capture don’t even process, her world is spinning, reeling.
Her eyes fluttering shut, she could only feel the cold hard ground beneath her as her world slowly envelopes itself into darkness.
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