The thought of making a disaster

Chapter 28: Balance matters...

Shiyīvnē's blood was slowly boiling... partly because she was using her magic too much, and also by how sturdy the defense Yùleyne held...

Though it was a mere millisecond of contact, her sister-in-law was still able to leech off of her. A constant sapping of her strength. Turning her vitality against her...

Blow after blow, blocked, redirected... Constantly... Repeating...

'*Huff...* *Huff...* You'll get tired eventually, sister...' Yùleyne said as she shook her hands off...

Shiyīvnē changed her stance and backed off...

She then pointed her index and middle fingers at her.

It was time for a change of plans...

*ZzzzZzzZzz* her fingers went as the electricity built up.

The sound of electricity arcing filled the air, alongside the rabble of the people fighting.

'I will warn you now. I have not yet mastered this technique...I will not hold back.'Shiyīvnē warned.

*Krrzzgzzz*

Despite the warning, her sister-in-law stood her ground...

Shiyīvnē could feel a vein pop up on her forehead... So she shot...

The initial bolt of electricity was silent... It shot out in a straight line. It did not deviate like a thunderbolt would...

Then, something pushed her, and she lost her focus for just a second. Nay, a millisecond... But the bolt expanded regardless...

*KRAGOOM!!!*

Yùleyne bore the brunt of the expansion...
It felt like having a million needles thrown at her.

She's gone through worse... At least that's what she wanted to tell herself...

Looking around, she saw that most of the people were knocked down...

The only ones left standing were the 3 Çhirē...

Trìßtell was now the one facing off against Yùleyne's bloodthirsty sister-in-law...

'I believe it is time to calm down...' she said to Shiyīvnē...

'The more we tarry, our informant will get more chances to escape'

'DORYA!' *CRACK KZZZZ*

The sudden sound stole the show.

And at the source was Bælphe standing over Rikimaru... Crackling with red lightning... the most common magic in the Kàzüyē bloodline...

'*Sigh.* There... Can we stop fighting now?' she asked...

Gärehn stood up. Lending a hand to Jærvun... He didn't take it...

'Why are you fighting us like we're enemies? Is this how you usually treat your allies?' he asked Gärehn as he stood up and dusted himself off...

'I was following orders. And you were working against them. Like an enemy...'

'Screw you, man!' Jærvun shoved Gärehn.. 'You see these people here?! They didn't have to die!' he yelled at him.
'How are we supposed to get information now?!'

'Uhh... Ahem...' Bæ fake coughed as she pointed at Rikimaru.

'Shut up! I don't even wanna think about him right now... That guy served us drinks, acted hospitably towards us and we just hurt him and killed his friends...'

He then turned to his sister.

'WHY?' was all he could ask her...

'We are to achieve our goal by any means necessary...'

'This was NOT necessary! We could've talked this out with them!'

'You speak with a naive mindset. You canno-'

'No! I don't want to hear that! These people didn't need to die!

Yùleyne wanted to speak up as well...
But she knew better than to talk like that against Shiyīvnē...

Jærvun stood still... Trying to figure what he should do as his sister approached him..

Once she was close enough, the siblings stared at each other...

'I will take your words into consideration...' She then gave a sharp knee to Jærvun's stomach.
'But you do not have the right to speak to me that way. Now get out... I have to take responsibility for this.'

Jærvun only collapsed for a moment... But he stood up firm. Gave a sharp exhale, and walked out, dragging Yùleyne with him.. he gave a brief stare back to his sister before leaving...

The others didn't try to stop them.
Gärehn attempted to follow, but Bæ stopped him...

The smell of blood and charred corpses was all that remained. The inn was no longer lively...

Shiyīvnē stood over the unconscious Rikimaru...

'Gärehn. Give me your sword...' she said, holding her hand out.

Once the sword was in her hands, she took it out of the sheath and covered it in the blood of the dead...

'Now get out of here...' she said.

'What? No, that is-'

'You have a match in that dragon tournament. I do not wish to hinder you that way... Now go. While it's still believable that you weren't associated with this.' She said firmly. Not noticing her dialect slipping.

After he left through the back exit, She handed Rikimaru to Bælphe...

'Make sure he recovers... Trìßtell will handle the rest. You are to make it seem like it was all my doing.'

As Bælphe turned to walk, she grasped her arm.

'Do not allow Gärehn to speak a word about anything. You will interrupt him when speaking of anything including this event.'

And with that. She also exited through the back exit...

'As for you.' She turned to Trìßtell.
'I hope you are prepared to make this look realistic.' she said, preparing Gärehn's blade.
'Because I will...'

The other Çhirē prepared herself.
'I would not expect anything less from you... Gïêalturj Kæluyrä.'

Though it was a faux battle, the blows certainly didn't feel like they were fake... And the cuts certainly stung and bled realistically...

The townspeople called all sorts of authorities, all scared for their lives as the two battled in the middle of the street, clashing blades, using magic recklessly...

In the end, Shiyīvnē stood over Trìßtell. Stepping on her chest as the town guard surrounded them...

'You're no Savior, Trìßtell... And you would certainly hold your allies back in a war.' she said to her, the words may be an act, but they spat real venom...

Shiyīvnē dropped Gärehn's sword and turned herself in. Spitting on the ground next to Trìßtell as she stepped off and allowed herself to be handcuffed...

The guardsman who handcuffed her was trembling...

'Do your job properly.' she said to him...

The other guardsmen questioned Trìßtell about the situation, she made up a story about how something ticked her companion off and it spiraled out of control...

Within the jail, Shiyīvnē was silent. Keeping her act up and ignoring the looks from her cellmates...

'This will take a while....' she thought to herself...
Glossary and pronunciation:

Gïêalturj Kæluyrä(Pronounced Gale-Tour-juh, kay-lawyer):
The title bestowed upon the one and only Çhirē Shiyīvnē for her merciless attitude during war times. She was given this title for never sparing anyone who was unlucky enough to get on her bad side. Friend or foe... It translates to 'Pulse stopper.'