Hyperborea was out on patrol when she felt a dark presence. A general. She thought to herself in annoyance as she changed her course and began to make her way quickly to the source of the aura. Generals out and about rarely meant a good thing.
Once she finally found the blond general dressed in a blue coat, she called out to him. "Hey you there, general, what do you think you're doing here?" She demanded.
However once she got a better view of his face a memory clicked, she knew this general. "You...you were at that blue and red senshi's corruption a year ago. I still owe you a beating from that don't I." She growled remembering how she had shot the general with a starlight arrow after his cat shot her with their forehead beam. She summoned her staff to her hand and locked her eyes with his to see what the blond would do in response.
Sleet Tempest Snape
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 5:22 pm
Not one to slouch, or not fulfill his own duties, the petite General was out collecting energy...and he did have a starseed or two on his person as well. He could feel a knight headed his way and for the moment decided to ignore it. He had been working on grabbing another starseed, he was working his way through the less savory people who walked the dark streets of the red light district peddling their...wares. He was, in a sense, doing a service to the city but he was also serving the Negaverse and himself.
Turning when he heard the voice call out he let the starseed fall down his sleeve, hoping it would snag on something and hold rather than fall to the ground. The person however was dropped without a single care, or look, given. They were some drug dealer, he'd been watching them for a few nights now, and he'd decided it was about time to deal with them.
"Was I? Well now..that is something, isn't it. I'm at a lot of things - I'm a rather active member." He stated while shifting his weight and staring at the knight. How she was smaller than him, as very few were, was beyond him. Maybe she was younger, it wasn't like he was the youngest person in this war any longer. "You do sound confident in yourself. Somehow I'm not scared or intimidated though." Bored he let his voice drift off as he spoke, words trailing off, as he tilted his head a bit. If he were to take his hair holder out he'd very much look like a girl, soft features and fair skin along with his long hair. He was still surprised, at times, that Aiden didn't tell him to cut it short and proper. He'd had people mistake his gender a few times, ok a lot of times, and a few of those times had been with Aiden while out and about.
Hyperborea felt an angry blush creep up her face. How dare this man not take her seriously, she was a full fledged knight. The least he could do is acknowledge her as an opponent. She also felt anger boiling inside her when she saw the downed man.
"That's fine you don't need to be intimidated, I'll just jog your memory for you." She growled in anger as the golden star that topped her staff glowed silver. She held her staff up in the air and within a moment the whole area was filled with a blinding silver light.
Hyperborea allowed the light to linger for a few seconds before dispelling her magic and her staff. She made her way quickly over to the blinded man. She grabbed one of his arms before kicking his feet out from under him and pivoting to throw him over her shoulder onto the unforgiving pavement beneath them.
"Scared now?" She hissed. She touched the face of her signet ring and she was enveloped with the silvery sheen of starlight.
Hyperborea's magic
She holds up her staff as the head glows silver. It creates a bright explosion of silver starlight with Hyperborea at the center. It blinds and disorientates everyone in the area(except for Hyperborea). Channeling time is 40 secs
Cosmos Aspect
The silvery sheen of starlight covers the Knights of the Cosmos, and their touch is just as heavenly. It's warm and pleasant to most, but acidic and painful to corrupted beings. For the followers of Chaos, physical contact with one of these Knights feels like a mild chemical burn: although it does little in the way of damage, it's hard to tolerate it.
