[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

The comedy of errors went on. Iraleth set herself to confront the girl, evidently going by the name of Chloe, before a knife stuck into the frilly dress-wearer's back and an apparent friend came to reinforce her with his own Ethos. She tsked beneath her helmet. Whatever that golden giant was, it was a better match for her than this girl. But she'd already set her path. 

For a moment, Iraleth legitimately debated whether to end Chloe's life. She'd killed before, accompanying her father to deal with criminals and cultists. If this girl's Ethos was irreversible, it was more than enough cause to slay her for crippling dozens before their time. And yet...

She found herself imagining the High Bishop's face. His likely disappointment that Iraleth would cause a fatality at his new school, on the very first day, no less. All because she decided to enact her own judgement before higher authorities did. Fine. She'd settle for beating the brat unconscious. 

The other half-elf came lurching towards Iraleth at ordinary, [i]mundane[/i] speeds, and the knight found herself disappointed. Iraleth flapped her wings of light and rose into the air, staying out of reach. 

[b]"Your arrogance disgusts me. Count yourself fortunate that I will leave your fate in the hands of others."[/b] She spat downward before manipulating light Essence into divine magic to send half a dozen holy bolts crashing down towards Chloe. Given that Iraleth was refraining from killing her, she deliberately underpowered her magic, not even enhancing it with her Ethos, so that they would aim to give light burns to her hands and ankles and prevent Chloe from moving her limbs, rather than incinerating her outright in holy fire.