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One treant down. Another about to die between Lazulin and Pagonia… things were going well enough.

That is, until the maleficarum decided to do maleficarum things. Whoever the magi was Pythia could tell she was powerful in not only weaving magic into anti-magic wards but also in raw versatility up close. Part of her had hoped she would be a long distance specialist and as soon as she lost her treants and birds that she would flee into the woods and they would be done with it. Such an idea was revealed to be fantasy when the magi taunted them by calling them delicious as she jumped from branch-to-branch, her magical power becoming so apparent the rot began to infest the air.

Pythia felt sick, but it wasn’t new. She had been used to progium who manifested their magic so uniquely and strongly in such a way. She had known people like that. People she had cast aside in her moment of failure. Kalo, Iuli, and Sania. She hoped that they were well now that those who were hunting Pythia were off of their trail. The thought was one she had tried to keep buried, though now was not the time to think of better memories. The witch had continued to taunt them and Zestasia in his infinite wisdom decided to clap back. He may as well had painted a bullseye on his back. She bit her lip as she unsheathed under inch of her sword, grimacing as she knowingly knew what was going to happen next; though she had no idea how fast it would occur.

It was like lightning dancing in a storm.

The witch slammed her feet into the ground and a gust of wind blew back all sorts of debris. Pythia had planted her feet while more magical energy filled her body. Her eyes hued with a incandescent glow. Zestasia cried out as lightning began to crackle around Pythia’s body. She had heard Pagonia and Etoile go to help Lazulin finish off the final treant. She would have to give them some time.

[color=E3485D][i]Do not draw your sword in full view unless there is no choice...[/i][/color]

Her [i]mentor's[/i] words echoed in her brain. She would heed his warnings. She did not need to unleash Judas.

As the brown-haired girl lunged again at Zestasia she soon found herself thrown aside by a large blast of thunderous force as Pythia slammed into her body with the speed of a lightning bolt, sending the maleficarum flying into a tree, lightning sizzling as she planted her feet in front of Zestasia where the maleficarum once stood only a few moments earlier.

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[color=E3485D]“This [i]moron[/i] is under my protection, got it? Yield and I will not [b][i]kill[/i][/b] you.”[/color]

The witch’s claws dug into the tree, pulling herself out of the indent with a wide, insane smile as splinters broke as she did so.

[color=988C72]“Oh. You look fun.”[/color]

Pythia returned her sword to full-sheath before holding it in a reverse motion. She wanted to ask Zestasia if he was okay, but she had a feeling it’d be a waste of energy reacting in such a way. For the time being, she had an insane magi to deal with. 




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