Ira leaned in closer, watching the two cloaked figures fight off a few guards. She snorted as the man was grazed by a bullet, muttering under breath with derision, "Sloppy child." He did get a good hit on his shooter, taking down some of Knoll's men before opening the shipping crate to free the trapped women inside. He even gave a little bow, smiling to them as he held out his hand to the grateful girls, pulling them towards whatever safety a clumsy fighter had to offer. What a 'charmer.'
She rolled her eyes, bored with the dashing hero stereotype before turning to watch the woman.
Seraph.
There, her interest returned. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits as she watched those movements. There was no fear of being grazed by a lucky shot with this one. She was fast, agile, and though she didn't wield a massive weapon, her sword was precise in its cuts and slashes, cleaving gun from hand without drawing any blood. She used the sharp edge of her sword to slice away metal and zooming bullets, while the blunt tip was used to knock away opponents who tried to get close. There was something uncanny in her skill, even with such care to avoid lasting damage, such elegance...
She seemed monstrous.
"She moves like you do, sis."
She flinched, hearing that from her brother, those words again drifting into her ear, finding a spot to burrow deep into. She gritted her teeth, a hissing breath escaping as she whispered out the word "Stop."
Accordingly, the scene was put on pause right as the moon shone its' light on the stage, and she found herself looking into silver eyes of the mysterious Seraph. Her eyes were the only ones showing past that mask, but they seemed to shine brightly. Those eyes reflected the moon in the night sky. They glowed brightly, like a warm light.
A warm nostalgic light.
A light in the darkness.
Her right hand curled against the cold metal of the control panel, and she could feel pain shooting up her what remained of her left arm, lighting up nerves on the left side of her neck and face. Her left shoulder felt so heavy, weighed down by a profound loss.
The sound of war drums echoed into her ears. Sound of heavy boots pounding flesh into the dirt. Her nose was filled with the scent of gun powder and ash, the taste of iron filling her mouth so slowly, she swallowed deeply.
That taste remained.
Only this woman made her feel both a sense of delighted blood lust and sorrowful dread. This woman...This Seraph...
Who the fuck was she?!
Darrion eyes drifted to Ira, noticing the struggle in her eyes; that subtle flinch of pain. He frowned, looking away. Once more, he was at a loss on what to do when their Boos was drifting back into war. He coughed slightly to get Orsins' attention, hoping that her little brother would do the trick.
Orsin blinked, hearing the cough, looking away from the passively eating Sybil over to his sister. His caramel eyes widened in surprise and then concern. She wasn't here again. She was somewhere else. He lifted a hand to place on her shoulder, his voice gentle and calm. "Sis, are you okay-"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Her right fist pounded on the control panel, and soon the screens cracked from the impact, the cracks stretching one monitor to the next, the metal bending with her fist. She seemed less human and more beast, an animalistic rage in her eyes, her voice a guttural snarl.
Orsin backed up in fear his handheld up high and away from her. He flinched from the force of that roar.
Darrion looked down and away, flinching as well. The little brother was not enough this time. He took a deep breath to calm himself, hoping that Ira would not continue in her outburst and destroy anything else.
Or anyone.
Sybil did not react except to give a slight whine hearing the impact and the crack crawling along with the screens before she released a sigh at the inevitability. She shouldn't have been surprised; the past week had been so surprisingly peaceful with Ira that Sybil almost forgot how quickly things could be damaged. "Days without incident...zero" was her calm retort to herself.
Thankfully the scene kept playing; the damage to the panel merely cosmetic.
Ira stood up straight, her head leaning back as she took a deep shuddering breath to compose herself. She tried to shut her out that ever consuming rage, but the smell of ash was too strong. Ira looked over to Orsin, her eyes softening. She gave him a slight smile, embarrassed at her outburst towards her little brother, "I was drifting away. I'm sorry, Ori." She looked down at the damage of the panel, giving a slight chuckle that had a tinge of frustration, "Damn. Didn't this get upgraded? Have to pay for a new one, make sure it doesn't break with a such a weak hit."
Ori sighed heavily, using that breath to calm his pounding heart, "It's all right, Sis." He looked over to Sybil, noting the very subtle purse of her thin lips. Poor thing was pouting.
Darrion looked back at Ira, a little smirk on his face, though his eyes lowered to hide his own worry. She was still shaking, merely holding back that fire, "Our pests really got you that worked up, huh Boss?"
Ira's small, fake smile faded, "She reminded me of something unpleasant. That's all." Her left shoulder was trembling, the pain not receding. Her voice was measured monotone as she went on auto-pilot. "Archangel is not that impressive; a good number of guards with some better skill could take him down. Seraph is the one to worry about. Without her, this would be nothing." She lifted her hand to grip her throbbing shoulder, the sound of gunshots and cracking embers becoming loud, "I've seen enough."
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