Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-25073873-20171103015635

"This is who I am" said Illya, as swords poked through each portal, each one turning automatically to aim at a guard each. Illya counted the opposition and shook her head.

"Now, if you really think bringing so many guards can rescue you, I don't even know if you deserve to keep your life. Either kneel and beg for forgiveness, or I will use you as an example, treacherous bastard. I may not have access to the highest class of arms, but it is enough."

Illya's eyes lost their usual bright appearence, and staring into them was the same as looking into the despair of emptiness. It seemed as though she was getting impatient.