[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Nearing Baldur's Hall
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Telepathic Attacks[hr][hr][/center]	[color=cc33ff][i]"That's been the plan, I don't think anyone was really looking forward to this,"[/i][/color] Guin replied to Bethany a bit sarcastically, but not in a mean spirited manner. She [i]was[/i] however annoyed at Bethany's running commentary about how they were just making Forseti angrier. That was unavoidable. There was no way to kindly kick the shit out of someone - there wasn't a polite means to handle any of this. Forseti needed to be stopped and it was going to get ugly - it already had gotten ugly. No one was telling Forseti he was only making [i]them[/i] angrier when he summoned those monsters to attack them. [color=cc33ff][i]"Don't overdo it, babe,[/i][/color] Guin then warned Pietro. She didn't like the strain in his voice - it scared her a little. 

	She didn't even know what to do with the information Mary gave her so casually, but she didn't really have time to respond, as Forseti made a [i]fire tornado[/i] whip up out of nowhere. Guin's eyes widened and she grabbed onto Amidala with one hand, wanting to keep her space lemur from getting caught up in it, and she felt the force begin to drag her backwards. The heat wasn't overbearing yet, but Guin didn't want to find out how bad it would be if she was actually sucked into the tornado. Thankfully, Mary conjured up some vines and Guin was able to grip onto them tightly, keeping herself from sliding towards fiery damnation. [color=cc33ff]"Fuck, that hurts!"[/color] Guin cursed, as some stray bits of fire hit her, burning her skin. 

	[color=cc33ff]"I'm getting really sick and tired of this motherfucker,"[/color] she complained, before using the focused totality of her psychic powers on Forseti, attacking his mind over and over again to do as much damage as she possibly could - but it wasn't enough. He was still standing. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/7eBfSNo.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Nearing Baldur's Hall
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Darkness Manipulation, Darkness Constructs [hr][hr][/center]	Runa's patience with her brother was wearing thin - she hoped this was just the stone's influence on him, but she wasn't sure. She was beginning to suspect that this darkness had lurked inside of him all along. She grew tired of answering his questions, knowing that she was just talking past him - he wasn't listening, he wouldn't heed her warnings, he wouldn't stop until someone would make him stop. [color=#a81a75]"Our blood contains fire and life incarnate, brother - this is not your nature,"[/color] Runa said, her final plea for him to see reason. She conjured up the symbol of her maternal grandmother, a phoenix made out of darkness, and flung the construct at Forseti. 

	The dark phoenix slammed into her brother, toppling him over and onto the ground. Runa threw two more blasts of pure darkness at him, one of them missing, but the other was true. He was bruised and injured as Runa flexed her fingers clenching her staff. She walked up towards him, not afraid for him, more of pitying him. She didn't know if her power would work - but she had to try. She couldn't treat him like a scared child - she had to see him as the threat he was to the Nine Realms. [color=#a81a75]"You're powerless, brother. The stone is gone,"[/color] Runa lied, hoping that one of her allies would reject the lie and allow her to rewrite reality to bring an end to this conflict.