Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160908114616/@comment-25073873-20160916132707

Illya frowned, as she ran forward after dissipating her bow, deciding to streak atop Ciel's barriers and leap from barrier to barrier, rushing at the atronach, her sword forming in her hands in a flash of gold, the golden, angelic aura appearing around the blade, as it always did when she drew it.

Illya used both hands on the blade, deciding to change tactics.