[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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Marianne glared at the lightning mage, her eyes burning as she locked eye contact with him. Angry with the fact that he was somehow lucky enough to catch her blade, the enchanted gauntlets he wielded protecting him from having his arm sliced clean through. Eying the gauntlets, she reminded herself to possibly have her own equipment enchanted at a later day. If she could somehow store part of her mana or even inscribe her spells to them, that would give her a much better edge in future conflicts. For the time being, Marianne strained and struggled against the man's strength, unable to match him and break her sword free from his grasp.

Gritting her teeth, she didn't offer any response to the mage when he realized she too utilized the power of lightning and made his threat to her. Instead, she smirked and by the time the corners of her lips tugged to make the expression, she was blessed by the Goddesses. By the grace of Reon and thanks in part to the Nem assassin, a thrown knife distracted the lightning mage and he slackened his hold on her sword, freeing it. Wasting little to no time, Marianne capitalized on the moment.

With two swift slashes, Marianne attempted to cut at the mage's arms where his gauntlets could not protect him looking to quite literally disarm the man. Without his precious gauntlets, he could be close to harmless unless he hid some other trick up his sleeve. With her free left hand, Marianne quickly stepped forward into a gut punch to stun the mage. Stamping her heel at his feet to pin him to the spot, she then tossed her sword into the air to swap hands. With her right hand now free, she reached at her bow quiver and drew an arrow. With a lunge forward, she aimed to spear its arrowhead through the side of the mage's neck.