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Fellwing couldn't remember when she'd last run as fast as she did now, the seemingly impenetrable darkness ahead of her not an obstruction, but a guide. She couldn't see the bends in the tunnels, couldn't tell when to turn or duck or hop over debris, yet she didn't trip even once. She could [i]feel [/i]where to go, guided by a purpose that made her chest burn. The absolute idiots. If they hurt — or worse, [i]killed [/i]— each other now, she'd—

There, a familiar flash of yellow. 

Fellwing came to a stop, and in the time it took her to catch her breath and take in the scene, Runa had already approached and called out to what must've been her brother. 

Only to be met with violence. 

That was the final straw. Fellwing stretched her small form out to as wide as she could muster, her midnight wings flaring. She stomped a foot on the ground, a gesture that would have by all means been pathetic, had Shadows not burst forth from underneath her claws. 

[color=#595555]"ENOUGH!" [/color]the Seer bellowed, her voice not quite her own. 

Dark magic tore through the air in what Fellwing had [i]intended[/i] to be an interception of the blow meant for Runa — that was, had she been able to control the sudden, powerful magic she'd called forth. As things were, it was very likely the destructive magic would do more than just intercept.

But, her anger whispered, perhaps that was fine, too, if that got the troll to his senses.
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[hider=ooc]Fellwing momentarily gives in to the Darkness and with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29036]9[/url], calls forth powerful Shadow Magic — "almost too powerful." 
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