[color=0076a3][h3][center]~~Seleth~~[/center][/h3][/color]
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[color=0076a3]"Urgh!"[/color] Seleth cried out in pain as she felt every impact from the pebbles on her - a multi directional attack. She should have expected something like that, but there was nothing she could do even if she had except maybe one of her mirrors, but deflecting such an attack would have been exhausting in and of itself. She tried to keep herself standing, but taking such an attack without any form of protection was not something any human could do.

She felt Varjan's boot against her face as she tried to force herself to stand. Easy on herself? Pathetic. Useless. If she had always taken the easy way out, she'd never have been here. She'd never have even attended the academy in the first place. She could have just given everything to someone else in her family and go be a simple cleric in some church in Meylia.

[color=0076a3]"Easy, Varjan?"[/color] Seleth replied with a shaky breath, wincing lightly as her face was pressed into the ground. [color=0076a3]"I'm Dark Elf Nobility - the inheritor to the holy Spear of Reflection."[/color] A holy relic to be sure, even if its current power was almost nothing. The Dark Elf began summoning what magic power she had left, gripping the end of her spear. [color=0076a3]"My entire life I've been forced to play to the whims."[/color] Seleth spat. [color=0076a3]"Somewhere along the line I started to think that I'm better. That because I'm nobility I deserve greatness, like the fool I was."[/color] That was wrong. She didn't. She learned that while attending the academy. Being out of her little bubble was a humbling experience. She had made friends. Enemies. Rivals.

Seleth, with a free hand fired a javelin up at Varjan, hoping he would have to block or dodge and give her just enough leverage to free herself.