[u][b]The Blood Devil vs Rose Cythla Round 2[/b][/u]

Rose crossed her arms in front of her, cocking her head to the side and flashing Saria a complacent smile. Infuriated, Saria swung her sword at the girl in a violent motion, aiming to bisect her with a single blow. 

Her hit connected, slicing through the purple-garbed girl. For a moment, Saria thought that she had won, that she had already succeeded over this sorcerer, but it wasn’t to be. Like lightning, one of the girl’s tendrils batted her aside, sending her tumbling to the ground. Saria rolled out of the way of another tendril that aimed to skewer her, and she stepped back, out of the tendrils’ reach.

[i]I cut her! How did she-- [/i]

It was then Saria had realized that the warlock was no ordinary girl. She was… something else. Something hidden under that young facade that seemed to waver and shimmer around the edges. 

No matter. I’ve yet to find an opponent immune to death.

Saria charged in again, slicing away and dodging the tendrils that came too close, and she realized that the girl seemed to be only slightly amused by what was transpiring. Rose had a bored look on her face, letting her weaponized hair do all of the attacking. Saria saw little movement from the girl anywhere else.

However, the girl’s headpiece began to glow again. Knowing what came next, Saria ducked out of the way, and just in time as well, as the eldritch bolt narrowly missed Saria’s frame. However, in avoiding the beam, she collided with a multitude of tendrils, which smacked her across the ground. She quickly recovered, springing back to her feet and batting back the hair with her sword, with little effect on the girl herself.

[i]Get close, and kill.[/i] 

Saria rushed towards Rose, deftly dodging and weaving between tendrils, cutting the ones she couldn’t dodge, and once she got close enough, swinging a flurry of strikes and blows, each one of them connecting to the girl.

[i]Got her![/i] 

Rose seemed to freeze for a moment, all of her tendrils frozen in place as well. A multitude of cuts and wounds, all of them deep, littered the warlock’s body, but still the girl stood there, as if nothing had happened. Strange-colored blood dripped from her wounds.

Suddenly, Saria felt as if her mind had been mashed by a rock. She felt… something. Something which absolutely unnerved her, if not terrified her. There was a certain presence around her, like a madman’s mind whispering directly to her consciousness.

The girl seemed to suddenly spring to life, her hair flailing around unpredictably. A strange, purple hued aura circled around her. The girl seemed to be changing. Changing into something big.

“Okay, Blood Devil. You ever fight a star spawn?”