<strong>Name;</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Outside Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>None<br/><br/>Shizuru straightened up and laid her sword on her shoulder as the Dark Prince himself began talking. Though outside of the main hall she could still hear his words, inside her head, like claws scratching at her brain. She was surprised that he was so... cordial. Then again, he was the father of all lies. He could deceive anyone and anything. The bit about Micahel and the angels brought a little smile to the redhead's lips, "...Angels. Hm. That might be fun. Especially if Micahel shows up. I haven't had a descent opponent in ages." She lowered her sword, peering at her reflection on it's gleaming surface. The demoness carefully sheathed Koryu and the weapon disappeared in a small puff of fire.<br/><br/>A small one.<br/><br/>Shizuru frowned and looked down at her palms. She flexed the fingers on her left hand, lifted it, and conjured a small blaze. Straightening up, she swiped a digit through the air, leaving behind a trail of fire. She slowly settled into a combat stance and extended her claws, swiping at the air, at more invisible opponents that existed only in her mind. With graceful blows she cleaved trails of flame through the air, her nails slashing, able to cleave through solid stone with ease. The demoness pulled her hands back and attempted to conjure a large, white-hot blaze. She strained with effort, then suddenly cried out as jolts of pain flashed through her body, red lightning crackling around her hands. Her teeth grit. The damned seal again. Shizuru hung her head and curled her hands into fists. She'd never be able to take a high ranking angel like Micahel with her power sealed. It was shameful. All these years and she hadn't been able to break the seal on her greater ability. All this time and she'd been compensating for her lack of magical aptitude with martial ability. She could only imagine what she'd be able to do now if she ever got free.