Aerylinne smiled to herself as she observed the woman's swordplay. She was handy, to say the least.<br/>However, the redheaded 'mage' had some skills of her own, and she was keen to use them. Her parents no longer around, feigning helplessness was surely no longer an issue.<br/>Rising to her feet, she turned and stopped for a moment to brush a lock of smouldering crimson hair to the side, peering at the encroaching highwaymen. She daintily pressed the door outward, her hands on her dress as she descended onto the path, surveying the situation from beside the carriage.<br/><br/>She appeared as the purest vision of elegance and delicate fragility, but as with many beautiful things in this world, her looks were nothing if not deceptive. A string of otherworldly words left her mouth, spoken as though she were casually addressing the pair of thieves approaching the luggage. One intricate motion of her hand expended, they simply stood in their tracks.<br/><br/>All at once, the world was blackened. Each tree withered and died as Aerylinne's sunlit mane came alight with demonic fire, Her black dress ran like liquid, enshrouding her in some viscous matter from all manner of alien voids that melded into the earth itself. The inky, soul devouring blackness crept forward, infecting the very ground with a presence that radiated death, and the silence that awaited her assailants.<br/><br/>Cyrille, of course, saw none of this. The only sight she was privy to was Aerylinne speaking some words of power, raising her hand, and the two would-be burglars fleeing in unimaginable terror.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>