NPF Avatars: A story of Seals, Tears, and Betrayal

[Mesden]

His speed did nothing to her ability to sense him. If he had a soul, she knew where he was. She had tracked his every movement up to the mountain.

As the mod lifted his hand to fire, Mesden did so too. Her gauntlet covered left hand instantly bursted into the beacon of light. The great shine illuminated everything within the battle field. The shackles that held her power had fallen.

Her lips moved, but spoke as if she were whispering. A whisper everyone could hear.

"Ethereal vortex..."

Her hand extended from her body, swirling around all the other NPFers. As the acid spread over the field and onto the group, it was sucked into several small vortex's that protected the NPFers.

The acid was soon removed from the area, making it safe for the others. With a raise of her arm, that had now become nothing more than an aura of light, the vortexs pulled back and formed her hand again.

She looked toward the mod and gave an expressionless sigh.

Speed, it seems, is his strength. That might have been more impressive had I not have my dragon spirit's power.

She tapped her left foot behind her and kept her eyes focused on the mod. Both her hands clenched and the new red in her eyes began to grow brighter and brighter.

With only a whisper, she sent out a message to all the NPFers.

"Just try to catch up. I'm going ahead."

Suddenly her left leg kicked off the ground and in a blur of red and light she had sped towards the mod, grasping her new sword to ready her self.