[center][h2]Southern District[/h2][/center]
[center][h3]Wayland Keep[/h3][/center]

[center][@PaulHaynek][/center]

Vanessa was unabashedly amused by the outbursts and cries of the Lot Knights as they were blinded and bewildered by her little trick. She found further amusement in their back-and-forth with one another, as well as their blatantly boneheaded honesty in regards to their own weapons and chances at combating her.

But, her amusement was short-lived. Before she could make any witty retorts or coy, flirtatious insinuations, the door behind her flung open -- and in came a strange sight. A man, dressed like a foreigner, but with the distinctly western-styled helmet of a local knight. What's more, this new arrival wasted no time in hurling ... Paper? Pamphlets? At Vanessa's general location.

Wait.

Those weren't pamphlets.

Those were those Zipanguese talisman-scroll-thingies she'd bought from the raccoon-girl! Except htese felt... Dangerous... Which meant they likely wouldn't induce sleep or some other minor, gentle effect if they landed.

Which, of course, meant only one thing.

Don't get hit by them.

As she'd been prepared to use her magic to relocate if any of the already-assembled knights were to charge her, Vanessa was equally ready to get out of the path of this newcomer and his attack. With a quick word, the dark mage seemed to glow bright white, shrunk and then took on the form of... Lightning? A crackling beam of energy? A thorny line...? It was hard to say exactly what it was, since it lasted less than a moment, but whatever she turned into, this compressed form zipped past the knights and their pistols, ending up behind them, far in the back of the room, and then quickly regrew into Vanessa's full form. Any attempts at shooting or slashing or punching the magic line would be futile, as it would've just adjusted itself to arc around, over or under any and all obstacles or threats.

So, when she reformed fully, Vanessa clicked her tongue, though not in a very serious fashion.

[color=lightblue]"And here I thought I was going to get to play with some honest-to-goodness gentlemen, and then you had to show up and ruin it all."[/color] The monster said in a mock-upset tone. [color=lightblue]"So uncouth, are you really a knight? What kind of chivalry is there in attacking a dainty woman from behind?"[/color] She scolded... Apparently thinking herself dainty and weak.

She tapped her staff at the floorboards beneath her feet a few times and straightened her hat, then narrowed her eyes at the gathered men infront of her.

[color=lightblue]"Now, while we've already gotten what we came for, I can't well have any of you try and chase aftger and interfere. So, I guess I'm going to have to stay a bit longer. Don't worry, I'm [i]very[/i] gentle."[/color] She said. ALthough her voice was sultry and playful, her eyes were those of a mischievous cat, preparing to toy with a helpless bird or mouse that couldn't possibly get away from it.

Her staff than gave off a quick pulse, and a strange, brilliant aura or glow engulfed the dark mage. It stuck and clung to her like tape, surrounding her figure in a greenish-aqua outline with a faint luminance. Apparnetly, she'd cast some sort of shell or protection spell or something on herself... Or maybe she was just [i][b]CHARGIN' HER LAZER[/b][/i] inbefore unleashing it!?

[color=lightblue]"GAle, blow."[/color]

Her words came clear and without hesitation. Her arm outstretched, a large sphere of wind quickly formed infront of her open palm, swirling and whirling and... Other forms of... Rotation... Before bursting like a balloon in the direction of the knights adn unleashing a powerful, contineous force of howling wind. Smaller objects that weren't heavy enough would surely be flung into the air and hurled at the poor men as makeshift projectiles, while those who were unsteady on their feet or not particularly heavy would find themselves either being pushed back or perhaps even knocked off their feet. Also, any attempt to throw further talisman or amulets would probve quite difficult in this condition - less said objects could cut through magically conjured winds.

... Which of course, would be very plainly obvious to see, and would thus cause Vanessa to simply relocate herself again to a new angle.

She chose a wind-based spell because it wouldn't actually cause much of any actual harm or damage to the poor knights. Nor would it cause much of any damage to the room and interior as a whole. Sure, some things would be flung around and some smaller items might break or get banged up, but on the whole the keep's interior would remain largely unharmed.

Still, getting very strong winds blown into the slits of your helmet was probably not a pleasant experience, and trying to move forward when wearing heavy armor would be a slog. This is what they get for their little sneak-attack!

The raven-haired sorceress just hoped Iskah would be able to subdue and get what she wanted out of that incubus quick and without complications.