[ alisaie's been taken by the anger aspect of the wings sprouting from her body - but red in color, like a cardinals, and painted with her own blood. her fear for alphinaud had morphed into something twisted, a desire to hurt others before she could be hurt herself.
and so, the attack upon the prismal just simply trying to get away. the flurry of white-gold feathers and the sharp sound of her rapier against allen's arm, and it has her blinking in brief confusion.
if his words reach her, she shows no sign of it. she only steps back to prepare herself, and then her face twists into a snarl.
the hand not holding her rapier crackles with energy - a verthunder spell, which she flings at him. and while normally she'd follow it up with a bigger one, in her rage she follows it up with herself, trying to slash at allen's face.
her movements are easily telegraphed, though, considering there's no thought behind them. ]
DAMN ALL THESE FEATHERY IDIOTS
and so, the attack upon the prismal just simply trying to get away. the flurry of white-gold feathers and the sharp sound of her rapier against allen's arm, and it has her blinking in brief confusion.
if his words reach her, she shows no sign of it. she only steps back to prepare herself, and then her face twists into a snarl.
the hand not holding her rapier crackles with energy - a verthunder spell, which she flings at him. and while normally she'd follow it up with a bigger one, in her rage she follows it up with herself, trying to slash at allen's face.
her movements are easily telegraphed, though, considering there's no thought behind them. ]