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[b][u]POV:[/u] Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
[sub]Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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The loud ‘[b]thwoom[/b]’ shot out from the sheer psionic force was a new feeling for Shiara.

The dark-skinned girl had collided with a large oak tree a few feet behind her, the force from the attack sending her a great deal of length. In all reality, charging a psion with a brawling strategy was not exactly an ideal approach; but Shiara had never in her past dealt with combat scenarios where she was up against extranormal opponents— people who were like her and talented in physical fighting arts with mana, bones, and blood. That’s why she had been picked for the death pits and it was why she was tasked with supporting activities by this godforsaken cult. So it was a new sensation. 

She winced in pain as she pushed herself from the indent she had made in the tree— splinters digging into her back and body. However, Shiara was not physically weak as evident by her history of arena fighting; she had built an immunity to various amounts of pain and due to this was not so weak to be brought down to her knees by a heavy toss into a tree, even with Azarni’s apparent potential strength being known to her now.

“So that’s what you can do.” She muttered under her breath as she cracked her neck.

She walked forward, about to return to the fight but just as she was going to prepare another strike out from the brush came to two others; it wasn’t her companions. 

	[i]Are they dead?[/i]

Shiara could still feel the pulse of mana energy of distinct amount in the distance heading in their general direction— one of them was incoming much slower though. She noted her observation as she looked at the brown-haired male in front of her. Another enemy.

“You’re interrupting.”