An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Watch, dont touch

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts =  [... ...]

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...Perhaps sometimes, the best option is to do nothing...

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Iris had never allowed herself to go this far without unleashing her full power..., merely using her above peak strength and skills to push her through.

She turned to the left, her sword drawing scarlet lights in the air. The glow of magic sparkling all over the length claimed the lives of three more men, cleaving them cleanly in two, splitting like a candy bar in the process, the sword the first of them raised in defence.

His face was a mask of frenzy and incredulity as his torso separated from his legs, despite his attempt to block her strike.

Sharp pieces of the weapon shot into the air like shards of glass, slicing and tearing the man's face and shoulders in the process as she quickly and easily avoided the pieces coming at her.

She twisted in the air, being carried a bit further away from what was natural in the reality-drawn winds whirring around her, landing safely in a crouch nearby. Swinging her sword to the right, she decapitated two more enemies. Their heads flew off and disappeared into the storm as she landed...

But she had never had to face something such as this either...

This constant assaults from the shadows.., it would have been too much for anyone less prepared.

Even if they were weak and their skills lacking in comparison to hers.., their approach was mostly muted by the raging storm that seemed to only grow stronger above their heads, and their cloths were helping them too much in closing in the distance between their groups with almost no warning but the glimmering light reflected down humid steel.

Her guts warning her in advance from the incoming danger more often than not than her own senses.

She chided herself for holding herself down...

Now, there before her..., though she could barely made out their shapes stood another group of hooded men.

These ones ready to shoot her with their guns, even if the probability to actually hit her in this weather was next to null...

They managed to fire out a few sloppy shots before the headless corpses hit the ground, then she sprung into action. Dashing like lighting through the flooded street, a small shock-wave forming right behind her in the process as distance became a forgotten memory when the tip of her sword lanced the chest of the one leading this group.

Hefting him up in the air before rapidly yanking the blade out through his hip and hacking the limbs of those closest to her, still wielding their rifles in their arms.

The sparks of magic coming into contact with the powder still within their chambers and a second later igniting them in a violent, though localized explosions that seared flesh and bone from their hands, arms and faces alike.

The detonation pushed her back, but apart from the small ringing in her ears and the dust in her clothes that was rapidly been washed away, she was mostly unscathed.

And so, with only a second wasted to catch her breath...she dashed towards the battle once more.

With the strength of a bull as she pushed through with barely stopping.

Each of her attacks had the intention to not just kill..., but conquer. Carrying violence, passionless and pure to flow through her...

To power her strikes...