Silver Creek a court held in ashes

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Rolls stopped. Dysis ends with 10HP.

The blinding light that singed through the air between them landed it's blow to the largest tree in their vicinity. The shock of electricity had been so close that the demoness felt the hum in her very bones, and it had blinded her to the golden eyes a mere inches distance from her own. The boom resounded then. The release of pressure on her maw drew a groan of displeasure that released her quarry from her own jaws. Her violet eyes allowed her to see, then. Dysis watched his neck as he backed away with a primal urge only held under wraps by the highest god himself. The damage she had inflicted upon the enemy brought satisfaction to her very core, but the kill was not hers to be had.

Still, the large female seethed in hot rage as she prowled in diagonal formation to the dark wolf. Her teeth clicked repeatedly in her mouth as she fought away the urge to finish what they had started, and the demoness was akin to a tiger pacing on the edge of a cliff, watching... waiting for any wrong move. Her cream ears listened to him, and she proceeded to throw a tantrum of her own. The sheer anger overpowering any sense that the woman had to keep her bleeding mouth closed. I was winning, Leonidas. You were going to lose. You deserve to lose. Our lives were pristine before your people spread their bitterness. Could you not just let it go? Why take everything from us at the expense of your own? Why deny me of this one final victory? There was a rhetorical nuance to her words that she was sure would go unanswered, but the woman wanted to say them anyway. 

Blood slowly dripped from her muzzle as glowing violet eyes glared into his very soul. A clash of violet fields and golden rivers. Any affections once held for Leonidas were now cemented in a black heart devoid of any type of fondness, and the large wolf refused to turn her back on him, having learned from his stunt at the end of their fight. An uneasiness settling within her in his presence after his words. The gods could have their will, but she would not remain in his presence. Dysis would leave him alive, and perhaps the wound would kill him after all. The woman backed away and moved to where she could observe him until her figure disappeared from his sight. She marked there while still glaring. One last fuck you. A clear challenge indicating that the fight may have tied, but the demoness intended to win the war after all. No matter the cost.