Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160929162749/@comment-25073873-20160929165038

Illya coughed as she landed, after the chokehold on her broke. She stared at the monk with some sort of twisted hatred, and it looked like her irises reddened for a while, before they reverted to their clean, golden color. Illya needed air, as she hyperventiliated, leaning on her sword to breathe and steady herself, having retrieved it via Auroran Armory.

''Need rest. Throne of Light restoring combat capability. I need a distraction, and Ciel is providing it. But it doesn't mean she can sustain it forever ''thought Illya as she recovered, as Ciel fought the monk and held his attention.