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“Hold them for a few more minutes, then make a quick exit to the ground. Trust me, all eyes should be on me, so you shouldn’t have too much trouble. And make sure my supplies with Holo’s shop are still untouched.”

She glanced back at her employer, hearing out her instructions before looking back out at the gathering crowd of zealots at the foot of the building. Most of them were response teams come to investigate the sudden use of magic, the rest were just passer-byes rubbernecking at the scene before the presidential tower.

"Alright then." She answered back. Producing one of her daggers from her jacket she cut her wrist open, speaking a harsh incantation as the blood flowed down past the edge of the roof top to the streets below. As the drops hit the pavement they started to bubble and rise as a red mist which quickly formed into a red cloud enveloping the base of the building. This was no ordinary mist however. This was blood enchanted to act as a venom which would necrotize all flesh it comes in contact with, something which was especially deadly when introduced to the throat and lungs.

She figured the group would maintain a healthy distance from the building once a couple of them drop dead within the deadly red mist. Since a majority of the team attending the unwarranted teleportation disturbance were ground-based she had little need to concern herself too greatly with their flying units coming to disrupt her employer's change of dress. All she could she as of currently was one griffin rider making her way up the side of the tower towards them.


Her crimson life essence quickly flowed from her veins and formed into two long lances of coagulated blood as she spoke her words of unholy arcana. They hovered adjacent to her head until with but a simple gesture of her index finger they lanced out at rapid speeds. The first blood lance clashed against the griffin rider's shield, rocking her back against her saddle and leaving her struggling to regain her composure. The second blood lance sheared through the griffin's wing with a visceral ripping sound. The broken wing fluttered uselessly, the shattered bone ends poking out from the bloody wound that spurted sweet red fluids as the useless hunk of feathered flesh dangled about from whatever skin still held it together.

Both rider and griffin fell, cast down for flying too close to the top like a veritable Icarus of their time. With a meaty thud and metallic clang the two landed amidst the red mist which billowed around their crash site. Even though they survived the fall both of them were severely injured and the venomous mists were quick to fill their bloody lungs. Death was assured.


With Alexia now dressed for her show it was time for her to take her leave of the stage.

"Ready? Go knock 'em dead for me now!" She joked, waving to her playfully as she sauntered past the supposedly divine feline. With a feminine sway she made her way back to the blood on the cliff face, reopening the blood gate with but a few words. She felt awash with viscera as she merged through the quivering shreds of the curtain which was reality made intangible, stepping through into Holo's shop.

Now standing within the apparently now abandoned store she slowly walked over and took a glance at Alexia's stuff.

Yup, all there She was quick to confirm. She wasn't about to go and catalog all of her belongings in an effort to make sure nothing of hers was missing. She was a blood mage, not her bloody clerk! With a disinterested sigh she took a lean against and looked over her nails with boredom, All while Alexia's aura permeated the city. It was real easy to conclude that her little show & tell was already underway. In this case she figured the tell part was her telling them all their business is not her business and the show part was the part where she shows them their own entrails. It wasn't a certainty but just a little guess of hers as to how things would work out.