#gauntlet start

“-ooh, you’re hot when you’re angry,” felicia sarcastically cooed at the other, wielding a staff she had found on the ground as she penetrated the ground with it’s point, resting her forearms on it’s backend and lifting her brows. felicia noticed them hunched over a lifeless creature, ANGER straining their expression, and decided it was in her best interest to mess with them. oh the things boredom will make one do. 

illyana snarls as she’s thrown back from the creature a few feet.  she lands on her feet, heavily enough to feel it all the way up to hear teeth.  fury whips through her white-hot and lightning fast, and she spits at the monster’s feet.  blood and spit at its feet a sign of her utmost contempt.  ❝ go to hell. ❞  

when she strikes again, there’s something other-worldly in the flash of her sword.  hellish.  her sword passes through its body like it’s nothing, but it buckles nonetheless.  before it can collapse entirely, illyana kicks it square in the chest, back a foot into the inky black circle behind it.  the demon-like monster is swallowed up by the portal and illyana is left panting as she comes back to herself.