Cold winds howled in the distance and dark clouds clogged the blue sky, a fitting scenario for the aftermath of the war. It has been a few days since everything happened, but it appeared the horrible stench of blood never left her nostrils. Screams of pain reverberated in her ears, but those weren’t memories from the gruesome war a few days ago, no — they were real cries of pain. “Oversurge and pulverize my enemy, Snapbolt.” With a simple snap of Indra’s fingers, azure lightning crackled from her arm and was launched at the the one responsible for the blood-curdling screams, a bandit.
“Ughaaagh! You blonde bitch!” Despite his screams and the fact that he received the lightning discharge of her magic, however, he seemed to be fine. “Ya mage shit! Ye will run out of mana at some point, n’ I’ll have tons ol’ fun with ya!” He charged forward once more, only to be struck by lightning again. “Indifferent. Do you honestly believe that will happen? It appears intelligence is not your forte.” The magecrafter commented, her ever so lifeless eyes stared at the man. Beyond them, the scenery wasn’t exactly pleasing either; a small and fairly secluded ranch at the border of the forests of Astorea destroyed by the chaos of war.
“Sarcastically impressed. I never thought I would need to deal with the likes of you. Considering that these nations engage in needless war, it makes sense to a degree.” Behind Indra, a family huddled and trembled in fear; from the bandit? From the mage? Accurately, it should be both. If one were to arrive at the scene, it would be hard to tell the good and the bad apart. “M-miss mage..!” The farmer, with both wife and daughter on his arms, pleaded. “Don’t you think that’s enough? I’m sure he understands stealing is bad, so please… If you go on, he will end up dead.” As soon as the farmer finished, another painful scream ensued. The blonde set her gaze on the family.
“Indifferent. Would you rather have him do whatever he pleases with your home, wife and your daughter?” Another monotone sigh escaped her lips. “Annoyed. You shouldn’t worry about his death… Killing him would be too easy.” Her eyes returned to the bandit, his body sizzling because of continuous exposition to electrical attacks. “...However, I am indeed getting tired of this. Aggressive. Cease. I have been reducing the amount of mana particles to the minimum possible, but you will die if you receive another attack.” The stubbed and large thief cackled in response to her words and charged again, knife on hands that seeked blood.
“Holy sword of Agleam.”
This time, lightning crackled as a powerful aura around her.
“Barbaric blade bathed in blue.”
On her hand, lightning gathered in the shape of a thunderbolt. Screams and lightning melded together, resurfacing recent memories of the war again.
“Cleave right from wrong.”
But then...