As the guards tried to cover their wounded commander's escape, Miranda's eldritch blast shot right between two of them and hit her target dead on, piercing the commander's chest and doing him in instantly. As his body slumped in a heap behind his men, the other guards were still trying to protect another gravely wounded comrade, eyeing the prisoners with equal parts fear and loathing.<br/><br/>One one of the three guards in front pointed his finger at them, "You... scoundrels, there is only one fate you deserve, and that is to meet your execution," but even he was starting to back away, trying to keep his distance as he leveled his spear at the group.<br/><br/>Just then, Sriani's eyes started to glow through her dragon head shaped mask, and she could feel a burning sensation well within her breast. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasant, either, and it felt like something was accumulating that she could expel if she were to make an effort to breath it out.