With eyes of luminous blue that fluttered into an exhausted sleep, for a few brief moments the incognito Goddess found peace. Curling up beneath a comforter that gradually became scaldingly hot to those of mortal flesh, she dreamt of only one thing. Beneath delicate starlight beneath a pale moon, her mother touched her cheek. Not with malice, nor with apathy; but with a loving mother's touch that she had never received once in her life.
So glorious was it that she could not help but attempt to hold the hand to her cheek, in the desperate need to feel affection from a parent.
However, a challenging roar from just outside her bedroom door caused her to bleary half open one eye in the real world.
Needless to say, the sight was an unwelcome one, there was an assassin charging at her with a sword raised on high to attack! Not only that, but the creak of wood from behind her alarmed the Priestess of a second attacker to boot! Who would be after her like this? Why? It was not as if she had made her presence known to any party other than the Druid and the Lord. Did they betray her?
It wasn't possible, there was great commotion elsewhere! The entire Inn must be under attack!
As the Assassin closed the gap, the Goddess flew into action.
She rose akin to a malicious flame, bringing the comforter with her as she whipped it about, first striking the Assassin in front of her with the searing hot fabric. Screams erupted outward as painful burns ripped at unprotected flesh, and then the blanket was thrown as she spun about to face the Assassin attacking her from behind. Covering the woman in the burning hot cloth, her attention refocused upon the closest threat as with one hand she pointed her finger at her, and the other bent and clenched right by her ear.
It were as if she were drawing upon an imaginary bow and arrow.
What happened next was just as startling as it was beautiful when.a long crescent of blue flame appeared in the forward hand's grasp, and a long arrow of pure white fire extended instantaneously from the front to the edge of her hand by the ear. Without the least hesitation, she loosed the arrow upon her nearest adversary. Launching forward with vicious intent, the arrow surged forward with all the ferocity of a ballista. Punching through the chest cavity of the closest assassin and burning forward to slam into the wall between the witches.
There, the arrow would rupture into a blinding fireball whose blast was ineffective to actually hurt anyone, but was more than enough to cause momentary disorientation amongst her likely surprised adversaries. Turning back towards the Assassin who escaped this by still being covered in a blanket, she notched yet another arrow to her ear. More than ready to unleash such violence yet again.
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