Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160811184605/@comment-25073873-20160820031445

Lyrissa's wings crossed in front of her to absorb the impact, before she flapped them backwards and spread them to brake herself, landing on her feet, as her missed blades simply vanished in golden vortices. A golden portal appeared, and from its depths, Lyrissa drew Goldbrand, which blazed with white flames, in her left hand.

Lyrissa's right blade sparked with eldritch lightning, yet there didn't seem to be a shocking effect to it. Perhaps it was what allowed her to hit that showed up as lightning to the common perception. That, and a plan formed in her head. If she could force the enemy to remain ethereal, she could keep hitting him without any fear of reprisal.

Still, Lyrissa doubted the mortal mongrels would stick to her plan. Most mortals wouldn't because they were scared of losing the glory of landing the last hit. Yet, her plan was one of utmost simplicity, in execution and planning.