[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?
[Magnai watches dutifully of her technique, and while he's hardly glad that his men have fallen—more likely injured than rightfully dead, though some quite possibly the latter—he finds himself inspired to take his axe in hand. Her moves were wild, not unlike that of a beast, but even beasts have their predictability. Nothing is as unpredictable as the battlefield, where scores of bloodthirsty Xaela take up arms and clash—one false move could end it for you, whether foe or friend, if you were not careful, a thoughtless gesture could very well be your last.
He grins, as amused as he is annoyed.]
Very well, 'tis plain you pine to bask in my light.
[He gestures to the large doors.]
Allow us to take this outside, if we are to do battle, we need adequate space.
[In other words, he needs the space, because he hardly wants to ruin his throne room over some whelp who seems to be begging for his attention right now.]
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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?
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He grins, as amused as he is annoyed.]
Very well, 'tis plain you pine to bask in my light.
[He gestures to the large doors.]
Allow us to take this outside, if we are to do battle, we need adequate space.
[In other words, he needs the space, because he hardly wants to ruin his throne room over some whelp who seems to be begging for his attention right now.]
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But, she needs space to maneuver, too, so she nods, and turns to walk outside without another word.]