@HonleathLion Every demon would feel it tonight. Unfortunately, some Wardens would too and she was not subtle.
The whole of the Inquisition would see how the legendary hero fought and why she was called "Hero".
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"Surviving Adamant Fortress"
Marina took a deep breath as she stood amongst the members of the Inquisitor's inner circle. Her gaze flicked down to the war table and fixated on the marker over Adamant Fortress.
This was why they had requested--
@HonleathLion Demons. She moved with incredible speed and almost inhuman precision. Her daggers landed while magic flew from her hands, casting spells while cutting down monsters.
She was beautiful and deadly. She was everything others whispered about and more. She was fury given form and --
@Dragon_Age_Fans // I do for my Cousland playthrough because he deserves his own life and his own choices...and because I want to be queen lol
For my Amell, I don't. Honestly, it breaks my heart to harden him. It's a rough way to do it.
@Aon_Dor Pathetic and miserable deity? Or was it the /millenia/ of being utterly forgotten and unimportant?" She finished her question a mere few steps from him.
Lightning arced through dark clouds and thunder boomed as she stopped, both heaven and earth responding to her very presence.
@Aon_Dor "I like that name...spitfire. It fits, doesn't it? I'm just a thorn in your side, right? But a /fiery/ one." She smiled though it lacked humor.
"Tell me...tell me about that past life of yours when you played human and loved and /lost/...to fire. Did it make you this --
@Aon_Dor blight magic appeared in her other hand. Her eyes started to glow, slowly growing in starfire intensity. Urthemiel was in there and creeping out more as seconds passed.
"You pitiful excuse for a /god/. How miserable you must be." He'd hear two voices speak, overlapping.
@Aon_Dor Marina glared at him with an intense hatred. It was a combination of her own anger and Urthemiel's irritation at the situation.
She stayed still, hair blowing back as that sigh left the Archdemon in front of her. Then, in a flash, a dagger appeared in one hand and the glow of --
@Aon_Dor Speak a little louder. I'm not playing your fucking games and I'm not a toy for your fucking amusement." She growled back even though she truly wanted to crawl into a cave and hide for eternity.
Urthemiel wanted out though.
@Aon_Dor But it was Marina that he was speaking to at that moment. Marina always had more control than the Old Gods wanted, but that didn't mean she wasn't terrified at seeing and hearing him. She knew exactly what he was at this point.
"If you want to speak to Urthemiel, you'll have --