Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160929162749/@comment-25073873-20161014145012

Illya dropped the hammer and leapt back, but it didn't matter, when the lightning sent her flying, skidding across the floor. It also fried whatever paltry remnants of magicka she had left. All Illya was doing now was kneeling, holding on to the grip of her sword, as she breathed heavily, coughing out some blood.

''I have no more magicka left to dodge. I have retrieved my magicka destroying dagger, but my attacks have not even scratched the opponent. I can feel myself fading, and there is no time to invoke the full Throne of Light. I do not have the magicka to invoke it either ''noted Illya dimly in her head, as she focused on the enemy.

''Yet, I must defeat him. I know this is my dream, but the variables are strangely real, and very dangerous. I do not want to die in my sleep, yet I feel that waking up now to wrap up this nightmare would mean I have lost some important portion of me. ''

Illya sighed as she coughed up more blood, her mind thinking even more ''I already expended all my magicka, and cannot heal my wounds. My body is not in optimal fighting condition, and I cannot press on anymore. It means, all I can do is await death ... unless I can do what my mother and father can do. What my family can do. Pull out that ... next level.''

But how?