[Foreign magics aren't all she's got, unfortunately. She's spent most of her time in the wilds. She's developed a style of her own, more wild than the controlled movements of a proper Red Mage.
Which is to say, she moves fast. Corps-a-corpse draws her to the first guard, whom she uses for Displacement, by using the momentum of her first charge to run up the poor man, and backflip off of his face, landing behind the second guard, and launching a barrage of aetherial swords with Contre Sixte. Then she's lunging again, launching into her melee combo, and capping it off with a simultaneous Verflare... and a kick straight to the gut.
The guards dispatched almost as quick as a blink, because nameless NPCs are never worth anything in a fight, she turns back to Magnai, smirking still.]
I am Ibakha Wanderer. I am he whose feet have touched all the lands of Hydaelyn. I am she who has brought low gods. Shall you be next?
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Which is to say, she moves fast. Corps-a-corpse draws her to the first guard, whom she uses for Displacement, by using the momentum of her first charge to run up the poor man, and backflip off of his face, landing behind the second guard, and launching a barrage of aetherial swords with Contre Sixte. Then she's lunging again, launching into her melee combo, and capping it off with a simultaneous Verflare... and a kick straight to the gut.
The guards dispatched almost as quick as a blink, because nameless NPCs are never worth anything in a fight, she turns back to Magnai, smirking still.]
I am Ibakha Wanderer. I am he whose feet have touched all the lands of Hydaelyn. I am she who has brought low gods. Shall you be next?