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[indent]She'd never taken the Prism's name before. Either of them. Though colors were something that she could discern with relatively sharp acuity, Siena had never had a reason to use them for anything beyond what they were. Colors. 

She'd also never been thrown into combat against monsters she had no chance against before. 

This one was heat. Ezio was calm, but Guile was fire and ice. Angry fire, hopeless ice. The heat wasn't [i]warm[/i], only a blinding red anger. Taking a shaky breath, Siena turned her eyes towards the sky, wondering briefly what color they were. Probably red. It felt like a good day to be red.

[i]'[color=ca3030]Ah...the sky...[/color]'[/i] 

That wasn't her own thought.

[i]'[color=ff57ff]No. [b]No[/b].[/color]'[/i] Terror shot through Siena's mind, a spike of acrid fear that made her heart skip beats and her stomach lurch as though it had been torn. Another shaking breath. [i]'[color=ff57ff]Keep it together, Siena. He's not that strong. He's not that strong. [b]He is not. That. Strong.[/b][/color]'[/i] Precious seconds were burning away. The brunette didn't know how long she had with Gavin's desperation clawing like a rabid animal in the back of her mind. He wanted freedom, and she couldn't give it to him. She moved, eyes darting around and mind praying that Gavin's power was what she took. That he was the Prism before he was anything else.

That he was not her. 

"[color=ff57ff]Ah...[/color]" Green light tore through the sky, its vibrant hues cutting deep into Siena's vision. Wild, wild green. She tried to practice self-control--[i]control against the lust. Wasn't that what that pathetic virtue was?[/i]--but the Drafter felt the emotions tugging at her even as her hands were moving to draft. Green luxin, just like the prison. [i]Just like the prison.[/i] Fury almost broke free from its restraints, a frenzied desperation beating hard against what walls Siena could put up against her mark. 

[i]'[color=ca3030]I will be free.[/color]'[/i] Wrong. He would die before that.

The brunette released her breath, willing herself to feel the emotional disconnect she had felt as Ezio. [i]Sixteen years in a blue prison.[/i] No. [i]Why did it have to be green?[/i] Eyes settling forward, she followed the brilliant lights to the sight of what [i]looked[/i] like it might have been a scorpion at some point in its life, a smaller figure moving at great speeds towards it. Callan, maybe? Pushing the distracting thoughts aside, Siena acknowledged that there was [i]something[/i] happening with the scorpion. Despite the terror that threatened to tear through the storm, the girl smirked and raised an open palm. Plenty of green. Wild, vibrant green. 

Gavin Guile was a drafter of skill, one of two Prisms in his realm, but not the strongest. [i]Not so strong.[/i] The mantra repeated in Siena's mind as she felt her emotions began to spin out of her control. The calm unwound first, an angry, primal instinct pushing its way forcefully to the front lines even as a crude pike formed overhead. She regretted her decision to draft and hold it so far above--too far to comfortably continue for long--but it had to be enough. Another frenzy tried to build, and it was horrifically familiar to what she felt when not under the emotional effects of the luxin she tried to command.

The spike was rough, jagged. Unrefined in a spectacular display of Siena's inexperience, but she didn't have time to think about it. Closing one eye, she raised her thumb and lined up her makeshift sight as the luxin sealed. The eyepion was too risky a target--a misthrow (probable, given Siena's lack of experience in javelin hurling) could result in hitting a teammate. Instead, she focused her efforts on the lumbering two-headed creature. It was unsteady, large, and not entirely mobile. Releasing a breath, the mage moved a few paces forward, then hurled the emerald spear as best she could towards the beast. The weapon didn't move as quickly as Siena had hoped, but it was steady. Steady and [i]mostly[/i] straight. 

At least her target was pretty big.[/indent]