i had some news and i'm pissed, have some Prax :)


Scarlet shards rained down upon the unsuspecting area, shattering everything in their way. Spells flew about as magic heated up the arena, sizzling and whirling, cracking the ground with red crystals and destroying the nearby columns.

A monster sprang to life and headed at the sorceress, powerful arms and claws reaching out to harm, but she flipped back and out of the way, her normally graceful and elegant style discarded to be replaced with raw rage, moves instinctual and spells unrefined. She growled as she skidded back from the force of the creature's next attack and sprung back into action.

Orbs of energy accumulated in the palm of her hands and smashed against the monster's chest, shattering it upon contact. Not a moment later a new creature had arisen, this time with wings and beak - sharp and deadly - aiming at her vital spots and keeping her distanced with the help of turbulence and wind. The burgundy haired teen frowned in distaste and took to the sky - flying always came as easy as walking after all - a spell leaving her lips in a vicious cry and rapiers materialising in her hands. She teleported before the bird, weapon raised high in the air and delivering the final blow. Praxina lowered to the ground, fisted hands shaking at her sides in fury as waves of energy pulsed off of her, shattering any of the standing columns left.

How dare he?

Another wave of energy swept over the arena destroying the oncoming monsters before they could even try to attack the Ephedian female.

How dare he?

The memory of scarlet crystals colored with black resurface causing another pulse in the arena and Praxina stops fighting her anger and let's it flow through her and out of her system.

How dared that dark sorcerer manipulate her? Attach strings and pull - like she was a marionette to be played to his liking. Like she was but an instrument in his game - a game she would shatter with her own hands - something to use when he finds useful and discard when not anymore.

She felt residual energy build up in her system and let it flow before trying to reign it in. Not again would she be a puppet in a madman's power play. Not again would she let him hurt her brother, her cousin or her friends. He wished to raise a monster out of her - of them?

Well, Praxina would be sure to return the favor and show him hell.