The honoured extends her hand...These people had pushed for the first time in a long time. She had broken her vow in the excitement of battle. Her blood lust had gotten the better of her. She doesn't care, 'there is no honour in losing, their no glory in death." The words of her master a Purple. It had only been for a moment but she had essentially cheated according to Imakandi law. The duels for those touched by magic are very clear. Use of magic is allowed and encouraged it is their birthright a strength unique to them.
She smiles at this moment. Her hand touches the neck of the Protector. Her purple energy with a hue of red. Why should she care about the honour of others, these beasts parading as gods that are ravaging all the lands do not know honour? They don't live by the old ways. They know not the ways of war, why then should they enjoy honours protection?
