Hakkon’s attempt may have had some success had someone else not intervened, as the emotional weakness that Lia was experiencing made it difficult to focus as she normally did. Her perception was wavering, her spatial cognition unable to pick up everyone as it typically did. The rage clouded everything, and her limbs had yet to cease their shaking from said clouded induction. Her weapons were lowered, and in truth she may have been slow enough that the incoming strike would have not been fully blocked on her own.
That, however, was the best case scenario for everyone in the hall, and most certainly not the one that came to pass. When Hakkon was struck down in front of her, something in the back of Lia’s mind blasted its way to the forefront in a burst of remembrance. Although she had hated Hakkon less than many, his face was not the one she saw at that moment; instead, it was that of the few soldiers that had gotten her and the few others out of the castle when she had still been human. There was little to remember, her mostly undeveloped mind still unable to grasp everything, but somehow, at this moment, she remembered the face of at least one of those that had died protecting them.
That was the last trigger, the final straw to send her into a fully blind rage. Anything that was said past this point went unheard as a wordless scream of rage escaped her lips and she did something she had done only once before. All consequences forgotten, her mind sent the near-unconscious command to the magical talents she possessed to bring everything to maximum strength, to bring her body far past the limits it was supposed to be able to withstand.
She didn’t care about the brawl, she didn’t care about the battle outside, she didn’t care about the fact that these vampires were forming their own teams. All she cared about was destroying the one who had created the body in front of her, as well as everyone that was standing behind him.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
07-Nov-2019 01:42:52