Shreika looked at the hound, his laughter almost sounding hollow to her ears. But she replied none the less to the lone wolf. “I do not seek to free you from them, for I know of what you have given up to serve under them. I am the same. However, your Gods have no power over mine, and mine has none over them, for you cannot fight with the void, and neither does the void fight back.”

She flexed her fingers as black magic coated them, humming as they seemed to suck the very air out of the sky and pure black wings sprouted from her shoulders. She raised her wings towards the sky and stretched out her plumage as she lowered herself to the ground.

“The question you must answer hound; is will you be able to make it back to them?”

With a flick of her wings, the priestess shot forward like an arrow. Bringing her fist forward she struck at the godless warrior, but his skill still worked and Shreika struck at the open air. Her fists left black streaks in their wake, as if she controlled the very emptiness of the void within those dark black hands. She hissed slightly as the hound’s blade clipped her side, as she flew past him, his blade scratching her through the billowing robes.

Making a quick loop she ascended into the sky again before settling onto the ground and returning to her wingless body and raising her fists into a guarded stance, ready to counter anything he threw against her.