Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

Eleven

Mystia sat in her chair with Cullen standing below her while the one named Samson was being led towards them. Mystia had her lips pressed together so hard that if Cullen hadn't been near her he would have sworn that she didn't have a mouth at all. He could feel her anger rolling off of her like foreboding storm clouds as she watched Samson drawing closer and could tell it was taking everything in her to stay seated and not run him through. Cullen listed off Samson's crimes and let the man speak. But Samson smirked causing Cullen to bristle, but before Samson could antagonize Cullen further Mystia spoke up and her cold voice had the whispers in the room silenced. "I have no doubt that at one time my Commander would have claimed you as a good man Samson." Samson looked at Mystia confused. "But because of your recent transgressions whatever was left of that good man is no longer there." Mystia adjusted herself from sitting with a slight slouch and stood up. "Everything that has been listed against you is cause enough to execute you, but at this point, that would be a mercy you are not worthy of." Samson watched her, his snide smirk gone as he realized what was coming. "I have a more personal reason for wanting you executed but that would not make me sound of judgment." Mystia's eyes showed a wild and dangerous side of herself that Cullen had never glimpsed before, but from the shivers that he noted in the few Templars who had come here from Ostwick, they had seen it before and feared it. "I know that the Red Lyrium you have consumed will eventually kill you, but until then," she waved to several Templars who came from the shadows. "I hand you over to the Order. Maybe they show you the mercy you really don't deserve, mercy that I will not give you." The Templars who had come for him took him away while Mystia turned and left the area  as the Judgement was over; she needed to hit something now or at the very least throw something and she knew there was no better place to take her set of twenty extremely sharp knives (an early birthday present from Virgil before his corruption when he had heard about her sword) then to her little private training area and throw them into the training dummy she had set up a few weeks prior. She wasn't exactly sure why but just the thought of Samson getting a mercy he did not deserve made her see red and this wasn't the normal "I'm pissed" red, no this was the forewarning type of red that happened before she would completely blackout. As she flung her knives through the air, she did not hear Cullen coming and barely missed him as he entered the room. "Fuck!" She saw him standing there looking at the knife that was now dug into the training dummy and looked towards her. "I'm so sorry Cullen!" She apologized as he looked at the dummy with a slight nod at it.

"I figured you weren't aiming at me." He said looking back at her. "Do you want to talk?" He asked crossing the room as she grabbed up some more knives and returned to making them sing through the air.

"It probably wouldn't help." Mystia huffed out in a bit of a snarl at the loud thump that followed her voice. She was too irritated to talk but Cullen didn't care.

"Mystia..." he said her name and watched as she looked at him just before sending another knife flying.

She really wasn't in the mood to speak but she gave a defeated sigh and looked towards him, "Part of me is just wondering what could have been done differently. The other part of me wishes I didn't care so much, but after losing two family members and a close friend to that man... mercy right now is not one of my strongest virtues." She grabbed another knife and flung it, hitting the training dummy square in the spot that made Cullen (really in truth it would make any man give a slight groan) flinch as he watched it land. Mystia had been trained and her skills had been honed by the Templar Order into a literal killing machine, but it was not aided by the fact that she had taken her training even further and was now someone to greatly fear, despite becoming more mild-mannered since the Anchor and Cullen had both appeared in her life. She was not passive by any means nor was she completely tamed but she had taken such great strides to calm her temper and Cullen was helping to encourage her more calm mind. "I've lost so much in this damn world since this war began a year ago after the destruction of the Conclave..."