[color=fff200][b]“Hmph!”[/b][/color] She huffs and puffs as the squeeroni escaped her grasps. Perhaps she has to invest her time in more seductive knowledge later on. Was her perfect beauty that the God Of Human Suffering granted her not enough? Or was this situation of battle and blood not a normality to these pathetic humans? The handsome sheriff was too distracted by the height of the battle to fully embrace her. She would have to fix that, so she could later flay his skin and skewer it. Victory was the only thing that they wanted, however there was no prize to be won here if they won. Their suffering was actually rising and it was much more preferable. If she did celebrate and call it quits, her own beliefs would be at stake. There was still innocent fae in the crossfire that were in-danger. [u][i][center][b]You shall purify all who is labeled under the act of required baptism without endangering innocence around you [/b][/center][/i][/u] If only they were all humans would she be able to betray them all and cause chaos, but these nitwits were present. In the ancient scripture of Sheegigro it saws she cannot baptise the filth without endangering innocent fae. However, how innocent were they? They were involuntarily charging into battle without much tactics or teamwork.She thought about of a moment, a finger tip pressing against her cheek. Coming to the conclusion that stupidity didn’t categorize them out of it. They were still potential servants of Sheegigro, she would have to show them his glory. [u][i][center][b]You shall harvest and conserve Ecto Escortia Divinae into self divinity and to those who require purification [/b][/center][/i][/u] Expose them to the power of her god. Her staff sung bright. A holy muse casted throughout. Hear it. Keeping her joy alive. Light of friends. From a long way through the abyss, shone a light. Her voice carrying it, guiding it into materialization. [color=fff200][b]“Hands of Sheegigro”[/b][/color] The warp of chaos introduces itself in her words, causing it to mystically echo. Halting itself into a standstill as she begun to channel its power. [color=fff200][b]“God Of Human Suffering, I borrow.”[/b][/color] Infinite corridors enter her mindseye. Her astral form seeks the construction of flesh. Asking for flesh of [b][Strength E][Vitality E][Speed E][/b]. Pointing her staff purposefully. Emitting a radiance that began to print out bones, nervous systems and fibers until divine skin shined lusciously. [color=fff200][b]“Steeled torment.”[/b][/color] Her thoughts of metal structures, wishing them into reality. Downloading [b][Heavy Armor F] [/b]and [b][Two Handed Greatsword F][/b] onto her puppets. Layering them in godly protection. For once in the battle, she closes her eyes. Concentrating. Unlike her other shield maidens who were effortlessly casted without a thought. The Hands Of Sheegigro were almost a longful prayer. A true representation of their Gods seduction. [color=fff200][b]"Forever nectarious.”[/b][/color] Their metal hulls form normally, but their flesh was purely tainted. Their pupils discovering the darkness of the basement would blink and elastically glow into a predatory energy. Like newborns they would yawn and test their jaws. Teeth shrieking outwards as the specimens from the abyss shown their long fangs. They smiled like the rest of her minions but it wasn’t a gentle personality at all. It was urgent and greedy. Their expressions were of leashed killers, ravaging with a thirst of death. [color=fff200][b]“Grant my children their desires.”[/b][/color] She calls for damage. [color=fff200][b]“Your blessed blood”[/b][/color] [b][Blight - Poison - F] [Blight - Acid - F - 7][/b] Their greatswords sharpened by the maw of chaos began to drool. Red droplets were imagined into existence. Coating their weapons with pain. Sizzling the concrete ground beneath them. Peppering the tiles from where they stood in wet excitement. [color=fff200][b]"Slice, Lacerate, Butcher and wet." "Weapons free my darlings."[/b][/color] Superiorly arm and weaponized with the toxic pleasure of Sheegigro's love. Nyana could not care for the status of her shield maidens they were simply designed to stall an enemy. In comparison, they were feeble illusions to hide the true representation of her divine. What came fourth were devilishly tane-like fae. As beautifully corrupt as one another. Perhaps even more monsterously violent as their reptilian cave dwellers. The priestess had commanded them free reign over the battlefield with no sense of purpose or direction, only to charge and die. Throwing themselves in all directions, ready to attack the cave monsters with. [b]Blessed Blood [/b]- Fighting Style - Greatsword - F, Two Handed Greatsword - F, Blight - Poison -F, Blight - Acid - F, Continuing - F Minion attacks with a greatsword coated with sheegigro's blood, infects the target with continuing poison and continuing acid. Action: 1 Cooldown: 0 1:Channel spell 2:Summon Hands Of Sheegigro x5 3:Command Hands Of Sheegigro.