And the plot continues to thicken.

[jr_queensguard]

After words and throws are exchanged, Mismar flicks her wrist as she watches the two girls. The sensible part of her mind is reminding her that this isn't a fight she has to pick. She's half listening to it, and wondering if she should just cut her losses and run away

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[lookout_wendel]

'Oh Shield she's got a knife.'

*And it isn't like Wendel isn't armed herself -- she can feel the weight of her claws resting in her pocket, the sheathed dagger tightly attached to her belt -- Thing is, she can't actually make a move for either of those right this second. Not with evil Lyon number two (or is that one?) practically breathing down her neck. That blade might be pointed at 'Mismar' at the moment, but it's also a little too close to her head for comfort.*

*So. In front of her is a rather creepily emotionless Lyon-or-Mismar with a rune she can't identify glowing on her hand -- and still not seeming all that affected by the implict threat in front of her.*

*Behind her stands 'You-can't-spell-slaughter-without-laughter' Lyon, who might be distracted by the girl with her face in front of her -- but she can't exactly count on 'the enemy of my enemy' working out in her favor here.*

*She could cast 'Funeral Wind' right now -- she can feel the energy churning just underneath the skin -- only there's a little too much of it

[falenan_dragons]

Trifoliate Orange still leveled on Mismar, who she vaguely remembers once being,* and her (currently somewhat indistinct) rune still aglow, Lyon smiles. A genuinely happy smile, even as it twists with sadistic pleasure. "I've been looking for a worthy opponent. Who better than myself?"

((*see the OOC Info-tagged post in the Falenan Dragons' shared journal, aka: the one I'm posting on))

[jr_queensguard]

"Very well. Let's begin." And quite suddenly, Mismar isn't standing there anymore. A shadow cast on the ground offers a good idea on where she's suddenly gotten to, though. It looks like she can jump high when she puts her mind to it.

She's stopped traveling through the air, and starts plummeting back down, knife first and pointed straight down on her targets.

[lookout_wendel]

Ahh--!

*Reflexively, Wendel snaps her left hand up, palm out like she intends to block the coming blow -- and her sleeve slips down to reveal the Cyclone Rune glowing almost more white than blue-violet.*

*For her, all other sounds are temporarily lost in the roar of the winds surging around her, up and out, spreading far too much for her liking -- sadly, she no longer has much of a say in where it's headed, other than away from her.*