[h2]Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World[/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNc2n3-JD34]Oh, he was trying to get away.[/url]

How [i]quaint[/i].

The energy blast ripped the air as it hurtled towards her. Grinning wildly, Dlanor raised the Red Key and swung it in an arc. The crimson blade struck the blast and sent it tumbling off course, flying apart in two halves with a strange, hollow, ringing sound before each half smashed into the ground with a crackle of energy. Dlanor advanced, grinning wildly as blood continued to pour from her mouth and the open wound in her chest, splattering in a trail beneath her as she pointed the Red Key towards her target. Oh yes. He was a fool to believe that any of those attacks would stop her.

He was not a Witch, but a Wedge would pierce his heart just as it had pierced the hearts of so many before it. The Executioner's blade would find his throat.

"[color=ed1c24]This trial is FINISHED...[/color]"

Dlanor's form blurred as she suddenly threw herself towards her target, splattering blood across the tiles as she single-mindedly aimed to do... whatever she could. Sever his head. Impale him. Cut him apart. What killed him mattered little, his death was all she sought in this moment.

"[color=ed1c24]FINISHEDFINISHEDFINISHEDFINISHEDFINISHEDFINISHEDFINISHEDDEATHDEATHDEATHDEATHDEATH[/color]"