The attack had been unexpected, but Lilian had been alive far to long to let something like this attack from the darkness hurt her. She stumbled away feeling the blood drip down inside her helmet down her face and a sneer came across her lips. Turning she breathed heavily intot he chaos warped Sororitas armor and her own power sword slid free coming to life in her hands. She growled heavily and rolled her neck a audible popping echoing down the hallway they were in. The lenses on her helmet came to life with a dark purple and seemed to almost glow brightly in the darkness giving everything a eerie hue. 

With two heavy steps forward her blade slashed through the air leaving a glowing trail as it moved, she felt the blade in her hands ache for for the taste of the assassin’s blood. Lilian was true with her strike the blade seeming to move even as the assassin tried to dance away catching the death cult at the ashoulder and slashing down across the chest to the bottom of the ribs. There was a sizzling left behind and smoke rose from the power sword where the blood that splattered upon it was burned away. A deep furrow from the blade on the assassin’s chest was left before as Lilian stood there staring at her waiting to see what happened next.