Ruinil nodded smiling, "yes, sir!" She turned to Cyrena and smiled, her fangs exposed. Ruinil inched forward, she could see the terror in Cyrena's eyes. Ruinil watched as Cyrena desperately swung at her, as she inched ever close to her. Her body turned into smoke once again; only to reveal herself soon after, her hands firmly wrapped around Cyrena's neck. Ruinil looked her dead in the eyes, "How does it feel? Knowing that you died from the hands of a half demon?!" With that Ruinil squeezed down hard on Cyrena's neck, Ruinil looked her in the eyes and watched the life leave Cyrena's body. With a loud snap, Ruinil broke Cyrena's neck. Ruinil released her hold on what was now Cyrena's corpse, letting her body hit the ground. Ruinil looked down upon the corpse with a look stricken with grief and mourning. "Filthy whore... You should have never come here." 

With that she turned into smoke and circled around Bartuc a few times, her laughter echoed softly through the clearing. She was happy to see he was well, but this was short lived, as Karl's sadistic laughter caught her attention. 

She looked with an expression of terror as she saw her comrade, whom she knew to be kind gentle, turned crazed and out of control. She knew what must be done. With one final glance back at Bartuc, she rushed over to Karl and appeared before him. "Karl..." Before he could protest, before he could push her out the way, Ruinil slapped him with the back of her hand, sending him back a few feet, landing on his behind. She picked him up by his collar and slapped him across the face once more. "Wake up you foolish child! You ARE broken! You have lost all sense of yourself and are now no better than them! They have broken you with their little illusions and you let them! It is time to act like an adult! If you cannot do that then you are not fit to be a Templar and you should just go and die!" She slammed Karl into the ground with a powerful force, not enough to severely injured him but enough for him to feel a decent amount pain all over his entire body. "Tell me! How does it feel to be broken?! A bitter sadist?! To be corrupt of all sensations?! Does it feel good?! Tell me!" She yelled her tone was cruel and hinted warning. She kicked his stomach a few times then stopped and looked down upon him with scornful disappointed eyes. The battle field had gone dead  silent.

"Stay on the ground where you belong. You are not worthy of the title, 'Templar'. Perhaps it would be better if you just die where you lay." She replied to Karl as she returned her attention to the imposter, whom at this point looked amused from her little display. A twisted smile etched its way back onto Ruinil's face. 

"Did that amuse you? Filthy whoreson! I'll kill you for what you did to my comrade." She replied, her tone was unlike her smile, cold and hinted murder. She then charged into battle.