Farris Aran
Following her call, Farris swung her sword through the air, shooting a volley of crystal spikes at Apia. More than one could play this throwing spike game, after all.
Victoire Bordeaux
Victoire backed away from Henry, hissing, once he attempted to blast her hounds with those curse holy flames. "Are you insane, Avaritia? If that fire starts burning this place, you are as dead as I'm. Where did you even get that?" Victoire commanded her familiars to come back to her, leaving Maen between them and Henry. "I know that you are hurt and likely cannot use your Eyes anymore. Otherwise, you would have done so already. If you leave this battlefield, I swear I'll not allow any harm to come to you. Consider it a farewell token, for our former allegiance. If you do not, I guess I'll finally find how does that blood of yours taste," Victoire sighed once more before summoning a trio of soccer-ball-sized orbs of blood, hovering around her on standby.
"Such a shame I can never give you that reward from Arcadia. You really do look tasty in more ways than one... Alas, such is the way of the Nexus. Make your choice, Avaritia, do you take my kindness, or fight and die for your beloved new High Queen's glory?"
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