When he refused her Anna felt rather than knew that the creeping madness was coming to the forefront, her own mind starting to argue in on itself. Insanity was certainly doing Anna no favors, especially when it could be triggered by slights to her pride or even paranoid delusions. Maelstrom was right, she was mad, but that didn't normally bother her. It felt liberating to be mad, constantly jumping between seeming sanity and utter insanity.
In response to the man's refusal Anna calmly placed the piece of metal on the ground and stepped closer to the slave, moving just out of reach of that hammer. Her grey eyes were slightly glazed over and her smile was a little more lopsided. The heat still bothered her but somethings couldn't be dealt with immediately.
"Move or look away, and I'll grind your bones into the walls and smear your blood on the ground." She said, giggling a little uneasily at the end.
Anna focused more Djed under the palms of her hands, willing it to move outwards. A translucent purple liquid took shape, drawing an unconcealed moan of bliss from her lips. The fog casting bliss washed away the terrible heat and replaced it with pleasure, though it was slightly more tiring for her earlier casting. Regardless Anna willed the liquid quickly sheathing her right hand out, leaving the one on her left shimmering closely to Osd.
The res took the shape of a hammer head larger than Osd's and from here she clenched the fist of her right hand, signaling the transmutation. A sigh of bliss escaped her lips as the liquid hardened and condensed, the majority of the outer layered becoming smooth stone and the inner layer staying res to grant her total control. With a gesture of her finger she willed the hammer head to rise up above the piece of metal and slam down hard.
It hit the metal scrap, causing some of its own surface to crumble but the metal to twist even further. The important thing Anna noted was that it utterly destroyed her shield, what a pity. It was a weak discipline anyway though, no match for reimancy, oh no. She gestured up again and willed the hammer to slam down again, and again, and again. It kept continuing the motion until it was utterly broken and crumbled away, the metal bent and beaten.
"Reimancy, manipulation of the natural elements, its beautiful isn't it? So destructive and fun to use. A master of it is a master of the natural world, don't you think?" She said, the question rhetorical.
The res that was in the center was spilt up, three ball of res hovering to move in front of Osd and shaping to her will. They looked much more spike like now and the res around her left hand moved to find his feet, hoping his attention was still on the liquid spikes in front of him. The Res moving to his feet rose up and took the shape of hands wrapping around something, a trick she'd had Maelstrom use to immobilize her. She willed both it and the spikes to condense and transmute, broken giggles ripped from her throat.
"I've always wanted to kill a slave you know. Been something of a fantasy of mine actually, Osd Messer. Really I just needed a reason to do it, so thank you for volunteering to be the first." She said, stepping away and willing the earthen spikes to speed towards him.
They stopped abruptly though, as did her mad giggles as she seemed to consider something. Her grey eyes were narrowed slightly, as though something annoying had come to mind. The spikes simply hovered there in the air, her thoughts consumed in whatever her madness embroiled mind seemed to go through.
"No, no, no, I can't kill him yet. Petching little Shyke! I still need those metal balls, and the Citadel might not like me killing their little toy outright. Besides they might be listening." The woman said aloud, looking rather like she was pouting.
The spikes moved away, a flick of her wrists sending them off into the lava and another shattering the hands binding the slave to the floor. She glared at him as though he was at fault for something, completely ignoring any trauma she might have inflicted. Clearly her mood had completely turned around.
"Hmm... I can't kill you yet, a pity I would have been interesting to see just how effectively those spikes could kill. Oh well, maybe next time. Maybe the Dungeons would be a better place for that... no, then she might see it and that would take the fun away. She can't see it, not yet, not until I make her see." She said, talking as much to herself as him.
"Oh, and our original deal still stands. If I return on the 15th and find you don't have my order I'll fill your lungs with fire and cook you from the inside out. Maybe feed to you to the prisoners in the Dungeons, sure they could use a good meal." She said, eyeing him and standing with her arms crossed to make sure he got the message perfectly clear.
She drew herself up to her full height, standing tall and arrogant and her eyes flashing with instability. She wanted him to be afraid, to be cowed and scared. At the same time she didn't want that, subtlety would have been preferred in manipulation but threats and intimidation worked just as well. His opinion hardly mattered, as long as he finished her order she'd be happy and as long as she was happy there were less likelihoods of fire flying everywhere.
In response to the man's refusal Anna calmly placed the piece of metal on the ground and stepped closer to the slave, moving just out of reach of that hammer. Her grey eyes were slightly glazed over and her smile was a little more lopsided. The heat still bothered her but somethings couldn't be dealt with immediately.
"Move or look away, and I'll grind your bones into the walls and smear your blood on the ground." She said, giggling a little uneasily at the end.
Anna focused more Djed under the palms of her hands, willing it to move outwards. A translucent purple liquid took shape, drawing an unconcealed moan of bliss from her lips. The fog casting bliss washed away the terrible heat and replaced it with pleasure, though it was slightly more tiring for her earlier casting. Regardless Anna willed the liquid quickly sheathing her right hand out, leaving the one on her left shimmering closely to Osd.
The res took the shape of a hammer head larger than Osd's and from here she clenched the fist of her right hand, signaling the transmutation. A sigh of bliss escaped her lips as the liquid hardened and condensed, the majority of the outer layered becoming smooth stone and the inner layer staying res to grant her total control. With a gesture of her finger she willed the hammer head to rise up above the piece of metal and slam down hard.
It hit the metal scrap, causing some of its own surface to crumble but the metal to twist even further. The important thing Anna noted was that it utterly destroyed her shield, what a pity. It was a weak discipline anyway though, no match for reimancy, oh no. She gestured up again and willed the hammer to slam down again, and again, and again. It kept continuing the motion until it was utterly broken and crumbled away, the metal bent and beaten.
"Reimancy, manipulation of the natural elements, its beautiful isn't it? So destructive and fun to use. A master of it is a master of the natural world, don't you think?" She said, the question rhetorical.
The res that was in the center was spilt up, three ball of res hovering to move in front of Osd and shaping to her will. They looked much more spike like now and the res around her left hand moved to find his feet, hoping his attention was still on the liquid spikes in front of him. The Res moving to his feet rose up and took the shape of hands wrapping around something, a trick she'd had Maelstrom use to immobilize her. She willed both it and the spikes to condense and transmute, broken giggles ripped from her throat.
"I've always wanted to kill a slave you know. Been something of a fantasy of mine actually, Osd Messer. Really I just needed a reason to do it, so thank you for volunteering to be the first." She said, stepping away and willing the earthen spikes to speed towards him.
They stopped abruptly though, as did her mad giggles as she seemed to consider something. Her grey eyes were narrowed slightly, as though something annoying had come to mind. The spikes simply hovered there in the air, her thoughts consumed in whatever her madness embroiled mind seemed to go through.
"No, no, no, I can't kill him yet. Petching little Shyke! I still need those metal balls, and the Citadel might not like me killing their little toy outright. Besides they might be listening." The woman said aloud, looking rather like she was pouting.
The spikes moved away, a flick of her wrists sending them off into the lava and another shattering the hands binding the slave to the floor. She glared at him as though he was at fault for something, completely ignoring any trauma she might have inflicted. Clearly her mood had completely turned around.
"Hmm... I can't kill you yet, a pity I would have been interesting to see just how effectively those spikes could kill. Oh well, maybe next time. Maybe the Dungeons would be a better place for that... no, then she might see it and that would take the fun away. She can't see it, not yet, not until I make her see." She said, talking as much to herself as him.
"Oh, and our original deal still stands. If I return on the 15th and find you don't have my order I'll fill your lungs with fire and cook you from the inside out. Maybe feed to you to the prisoners in the Dungeons, sure they could use a good meal." She said, eyeing him and standing with her arms crossed to make sure he got the message perfectly clear.
She drew herself up to her full height, standing tall and arrogant and her eyes flashing with instability. She wanted him to be afraid, to be cowed and scared. At the same time she didn't want that, subtlety would have been preferred in manipulation but threats and intimidation worked just as well. His opinion hardly mattered, as long as he finished her order she'd be happy and as long as she was happy there were less likelihoods of fire flying everywhere.
