Rosaline’s eyes narrowed as Marianne threatened Faira once again. This woman was making her furious, and though she knew it was a bad idea she wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again. It would put her at risk but she had to get her point across to the darkly dressed woman who seemed to think she was above it all. 

A muttered stream of latin left her lips as she focused on conjuring up what appeared to be a large skeletal hand from the ground below Marianne. The fingers were sharp, and looked almost like spikes around her while the palm remained below where Marianne stood. She knew it was probably unwise to threaten her, especially if her hunch about her identity was correct, but Rosaline hated seeing someone threaten the human’s life. 

“It is quite unwise to threaten those I wish to protect Marianne. I don’t care if you see me as your enemy or turn on me instead, just stop threatening Faira.” She growled, her glass eyes flashing dangerously as she stared her down. Rose knew it was useless to try killing her, she had seen that the woman could not die. It made sense to her, but nothing was untouchable… and she had a few ideas on what might affect the woman. 

The nebula wasn’t paying much attention to the fight, she couldn’t help much in her state. Alexandra though rushed forward, hoping to help. The shapeshifter’s body bent and creaked as it took on a much more useful form. Where she once stood was a dragon, it’s black scales glinting in the light. It roared, charging at the creature with her teeth bared to bite.