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 [u][b] Los Paraisos : the Grande Diamond- 9th floor[/u][/b]

[i] “Not your fault…”[/i]

Aria shook, both enraged and distraught as the blond ranger collapsed to the ground. She was not only angry at Kenneth for turning her attack against Chirps but much of that aggravation was directed to herself as well. How had she not sensed such an illusion being cast on her, or even realized that their places had been switched? 

Her mind was working on overdrive, trying to think up a solution to this problem. Chirps was down, her usual illusions were all but useless, and to top it all off not only was her opponent stronger in his magic but in strength as well, promising defeat if she faced him head-on. Judging from the pandemonium downstairs she presumed there was no help coming, yet her stubbornness prevented her from even thinking about retreating without Selan and Marcus (both of who were, unknown to her, no longer in the room which she was trying so desperately to reach. But nobody bothered to tell her that now did they?). Perhaps she could try using her incomplete technique she was working on, but…

A glance at the ranger’s prone body made her clench her fists. There wasn’t much of a choice, was there?

Aria darted towards Kenneth with a snarl. He was caught slightly off guard at this unexpected action, but only watched on with mild amusement as he quickly cloaked himself once more, only to have his sight plunged into darkness.

So it had at least worked this time. Aria struggled to focus on keeping up the illusion, feeling her magic ebb away steadily as she kept it up. It was her strongest illusion that she could pull off occasionally, but unfortunately it occasionally failed, took up too much energy to use and while it plunged an enemy within five meters from her into complete darkness it did the same to her as well.

Still, the loss of sight side-effect was hardly too important against an invisible enemy, and Aria charged towards Kenneth’s position ready to strike, honing on the man using a specific little detail she had realized before when the other illusionist had her pinned down.

The faint smell of cigarette smoke.