Boethiah
Dark Messiah
With Kiber caught in her trap, Anja was now able to move freely--albeit for a short time. If she had more time to prepare and more energy to spend, she could very well trap him in a world of her own creation, having him battle an illusionary version of herself as she blended into the environment, exhausting him after every attack. But no.
This wasn't an opponent to spend that power on, but the fact she had to use some of her greater gifts meant that he was at least worthy; worthy of being her apprentice.
Within the world, Kiber would begin to hear a voice, the voice of his master. She shushed him in a soothing, feminine tone. "Kiber Dorn. You have been found wanted," the calm whisper would find its way deep within his thoughts. "Give into the darkness, forfeit your life to me, and you will see light. I promise you that much." She continued to speak to him.
Outside of the illusion, Anja maintained her focus and concentration, observing what happened and attempting to enter his thoughts.
[member="Kiber Dorn"]
This wasn't an opponent to spend that power on, but the fact she had to use some of her greater gifts meant that he was at least worthy; worthy of being her apprentice.
Within the world, Kiber would begin to hear a voice, the voice of his master. She shushed him in a soothing, feminine tone. "Kiber Dorn. You have been found wanted," the calm whisper would find its way deep within his thoughts. "Give into the darkness, forfeit your life to me, and you will see light. I promise you that much." She continued to speak to him.
Outside of the illusion, Anja maintained her focus and concentration, observing what happened and attempting to enter his thoughts.
[member="Kiber Dorn"]
