Aelelia hissed slightly as the guard continued his transformation into some she-monster that Aelelia herself didn't quite recognize, pressing her tongue to the back of her teeth to make the irritated sound. She didn't used to make the noise, but had started after hearing the voice of Bahamut in her head, offering to save her life in exchange for her service to him. Even now, months after she had become an avatar, she could still hear his almost mind-shattering roar like it had happened not even five minutes ago. And since she had become an avatar, she had not touched a single one of her gates, knowing full well that relying on them too much would strip her of her sanity.
She had been climbing the great tower, miles away from Cornelia but still visible on the horizon. She was 100 yards from the top of the tower, resting since it had taken her several hours already in order to get as high as she was, and the brick she was holding onto crumbled beneath her, sending her skidding down the tower wall. She reached desperately for another handhold , and proceeded to break her arm against the stone and push herself out into the open air. As she spun down towards the ground below, the wind rushing in her ears took on the sound of a dragon's bellow, and her vision flashed white. I can save you, child, if you agree to serve me for the rest of your days. As the roaring echoed in her mind to form words, a shadowy shape began to form in the light, a dragon far larger than any she had ever imagined filled her sight. Give me the means to save myself, and I will serve you, Bahamut. Her vision, filled with the shadow form of the god, went black, and next thing she knew she was waking up on the ground, battered and bruised, but feeling somehow more complete than she had before. Like she had always been meant to have this encounter.
With a mighty roar, Aelelia leapt forward once more, her daggers extending from her hands like claws as she channeled the rage of her god without opening her gate, much like Iria was doing. It was not truly a power-up directly from her god, but more a channeling of her unused natural ability as efficiently as she could. Moving faster than any of the other combatants, she slammed her daggers at the still-transforming avatar again and again, with each connected blow feeling like it was being delivered by a hammer rather than a thin dagger. Without being asked, the follower of Bahamut was providing a distraction so that Iria could finish her spell, so that all of the avatars would hopefully be able to leave their gates undisturbed.
Zath: Behold, Karo: The only woman in existence who can make Fenix shut the fuck up.
Redsnow: That, and, frankly, if Karo doesn't like you that much, your character is probably going to die soon after his acceptance anyway.
Keiran: Bad RPs don't get picked, unmemberable RPs get ignored.
Zelosse: I don't usually laugh at blatant attitude, but when I do. It usually involves Karo.