The blade slid cleanly into the back of the human before her, he hadn’t even sensed or heard her approach. She loved the shock that went through his body, she could feel it, she could sense it and it reminded her of one of the reasons why she loved battling so much. The rush of adrenaline through blood, the clashing of steel, that tiny thought in the back of ones mind that this may be the last, the last of anything and everything. She loved it all.
Sliding the blade from the back of the human, Witch smiled at her handiwork. The cool steel covered and glistening in his blood and dripping from the ends of it, there was no scream of pain and that saddened the half-ling however she would have plenty of cries in this tournament to settle her bloodlust. She could hear the scream of her own in the back of her mind, steadily growing louder and forced into the forefront of her thoughts. She pushed mentqally against it, returning The Malice to the corners and darkers reccesses of her mind that even she kenw nothing about.
If The Malice got a hold of her during this tournament, the amount of damage she could do before someone was able to stop her could be devastating. Powers kept in check could be unleashed and The Malice did not descriminate against anyone she called an 'ally', they would all be killed and she would be locked within her own mind unable to do anything. Then, there was of course the fact that anyone trying to stop her would not nicely knock her unconscious but kill her and she was not yet ready for that journey of her life. Dying was going to be a great adventure when it finally happened to her but right now this was an even greater adventure and she wasn’t through with it yet.
As the human began to turn towards her, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end and Witch had the distinct feeling of growing magic behind her. The thought was verified when Izvilvin yelled a warning at her and rushing forward though she knew he would not make it in time to help, not that it mattered. With the human’s attack on her, Witch stopped her Titanium dagger hearing the metal clang against the floor of the cage. She wrapped her fingers around the wrist of the human and twisted and pulled him in close at the same time. She spun him around, jamming his hand up into the small of his back, which was not against her front, then quickly turned to two of them towards the ice attack. If this work right then the entire force of Canen’s magic wouldn’t even touch her, but would instead hit her knew human shield.
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