Niall burst out of the palace moments after Tri-lac did, but she was already in the air, poised to strike at the newly unveiled threat.
Across the courtyard, Niall could see a Tydarian soldier, a new recruit by the look of his face, writhing in pain, clenching his right arm desperately.
Niall conjured a pair of small fireballs in his hands, prepared to attack who ever, or whatever, is attacking the city.
Closer to the tormented soldier, the Pyromaster began to see the soldier clearer and in more detail. The recruits pulsing veins black and distorted, his eyes sunken and lifeless, and his right hand disfigured and deformed.
Mid-air, Tri-lac threw her Greatspear at the recruit piercing his knee and pinning him to the ground. The cry changed its demeanour after that, where before it was of tormented agony now it was of a malevolent rage.
The huntress landed about a meter in front of her prey, another Greatspear already began to materialize in her hand as she rolled forward. She landed the blow perfectly, ending her roll within striking distance of her target and thrusting her spear at the peak of her landing. The spear pierced its heart with both the force of her momentum and the strength of her body.
The soldiers cry became more and more desperate, the lifelessness filling its eyes and the blackness that filled its veins seeming to writhe in agony; then everything was silent and the recruit fell to the ground.
Tri-lac kicked the course, shrugged, then turned to face Niall. She smiled goofily at him, her head cocked slightly to one side, saying "how did I do?"
"What the hell was that?" Bianca screamed, storming out of the palace and straight towards the huntress. A small flare picked up across her back, just above her clothing as not to burn them, a show of her rage. The flare began to form small wings, unseen by the now annoyed huntress, but completely visible to the Pyromaster.
"That." Tri-lac snarled. "Is how to kill a Phyrexian. Or would you prefer we left him to kill more of your people." She said, each syllable very deliberate. She thrust her blade into the ground between herself and Bianca, the keen magical blade easily piercing the solid cobblestone.
The small wings begin to stretch out from Bianca's shoulder blades as her anger began to surface, beginning to poke their tips over her shoulders and into Tri-lac's sight, but the Huntress remained adamant in her stance, hand gripping her Greatspear tighter. "We could have saved him, if we acted like we should have, rather than like a savage, then he may still be alive!"
Tri-lac sighed and looked at Niall, all joy drained from her face, replaced by clarity and serenity. She saw him sigh, she turned to face the Herald and raised her fist, bringing it up to meet Bianca's jaw. The punch itself has enough force to push the Herald back, but not enough to wound or maim her.
Bianca fell back, stumbling a few steps before regaining her composure. Her blurred vision seeing the Huntress in front of her, weapon in hand. The Herald's arms ignited and her wings grew to become fully fledged, prepared to fight the woman who insulted her and murdered her people.
Off to the side, Niall shook his head, examining the form of the two young warriors. Bianca full of rage and pure fire; but Tri-lac's face empty of emotion, empty of rage, and empty of malice. Niall smirked, knowing Tri-lac isn't fighting; she's solving a puzzle.