The Dark Paladin of Chaos
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: @A'Runda [member="Hanna"] [member="The Legend 27"] | +Open
Madalena smiled at the shorter woman, and motioned for her to come along. The streets were still relatively empty of the enemy; her winds had done enough damage to make them step back, and she could only assume that they were still gathering their wits and courage about them before venturing forth.
"Perhaps, our mission here is at an end," Madalena murmured, thinking out loud, "Perhaps while not completely ready to give in, enough of the enemy has retreated for us to consider this a victory."
Was it, though? The tall woman looked at her hands. No scars. No sign at all of the woman who had fought so many battles, who had raised so many soldiers from combat-infancy and honed them into deadly weapons. But this… This was lackluster. Not enough resistance. No owing of Rannon.
"I am disappointed," she admitted, feeling the small tremor run through the ground. She did not know it was the doing of her sister, [member="Scherezade deWinter"], though she could feel her presence around them. "Come," Madalena sighed, smiling at [member="Hanna"] again, "if they can't give us a fight, then they are giving into our wills and demands. There is no honor in terminating those who bow."