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Azarni took a few steps back, shaking her head and balling her hands into fists. As Shiara landed closer she might be able to pick up on the soft reverberations traveling through the ground, the epicenter being where her target's feet met the earth. It was slow at first, like a steady heartbeat. The distortion in the air lingered, the masses wavering out of the palms of her hands at an unsteady rate, drifting up like the shadow of heat to kiss her shoulders. 

Her eyes flickered, her expression almost stunned as Shiara was better revealed to her. A young woman, maybe even a girl, was who she faced. Aza's sky colored pools, confused and torn, locked with the deep violet orbs of her newfound enemy. "W-Why..?" 

She'd seen them coming, so to speak, but never had she dreamed she'd be running from someone like this. Someone so small, so normal looking. The figures from her nightmares taunted and hunted her endlessly. They were threatening, scary. The men, somewhere behind her- that was who she often envisioned. Perhaps it was this girl though, that frightened her the most. The fact that the Order, known for leaving death and despair in its wake, had managed to pull someone so familiar and similar to herself into their midst. It was true Azarni didn't have a clue as to what they were here for, what their goals were, but she knew she was right to flee. That nothing good was going to come out of her listening to a word of what they had to say. The Order was murdering people, tearing down anyone that stood in their way. Fathers, mothers, children. They were ripping families apart. No reason or excuse was good enough to justify the sins they'd committed. 

"[i]Please[/i] stop this. You don't [i]have[/i] to do anything, please just let me go."