[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

The beast...surrendered? The Inheritor's armor paused in surprise, but didn't lower its weapons, holding steady in a ready stance as Iraleth narrowed her eyes. What game was this? 

Its words drew greater cause for concern. Solidarity with the shadow witch, and dubbing Astra a false god? Iraleth tightened her grip. It dared to invoke [i]rights[/i]? Umbralists lost their rights. 

She stepped forward, having no intention on honoring the imp's pleas. Best to deal with this now. Or at least she would have, if Ciara didn't step in to intervene. 

Ciara challenged her, and Iraleth legitimately debated the merits of ending this here and now. Forget the duel. Forget what they'd already arranged. Would it not be better in everyone else's interest if she just ended this farce before it had a chance to grow fangs? It would be so [i]easy[/i]. Fly. Close the distance. Bring the blade down. Ciara was proving more untrustworthy by the second. 

But that wasn't who she was. Iraleth had sworn an oath. And she would honor it. Her Ethos released, and the Inheritor faded away to reveal a furious half-elf glaring daggers at both Ciara and the imp. 

[b]"You just can't help yourself, can you?"[/b] She spat, her sword still clutched in one hand. [b]"Damn yourself further, for all I care."[/b] Iraleth turned away, uncaring if her back was exposed. If Ciara attacked her now, that would end her case definitively. And if she was that far gone, why shed tears for the girl's fate? 

In the meantime, Iraleth moved next to Hildegunde, starting to inspect her. 

[b]"Are you injured? You did well to survive before we arrived."[/b]


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