<span style="color: #0040FF">As Delancey fought, he felt another person take up the fight with him.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Seiria...</span> he thought, yet had a feeling that this Seiria was much different then the one he had fallen for earlier that day. His mind and heart clashed over what he was seeing. His mind was in favor of her being an enemy, his heart said ally. A mage tried to strike at him from behind, but he swirled in time to deflect it and kill the target. <br/><span style="font-style: italic">Only three more to go...</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">By now she had sustained five deep gashes and began to feel the effects of the loss of blood. Her head hung limply, along with her hands and feet. She no longer struggled.</span><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic">Why aren't you resisting?! Are you going to stand by and accept this?!</span></span><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">The voice of the mage leader demanded. She hardly had the strength to reply, yet her ears pricked at the sound of the voice. It had changed somehow. It sounded warped and twisted.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Like how one who is possessed talks...</span> The realization struck her like a physical blow. "A-Abomination..." she rasped defiantly.<br/>And she knew nothing more.</span>