"STOP!!"
The Glaive which was a few metres away from the mage's neck, came to a stop. Orion's eyes shot open after waiting for somewhile. He thought the sharp blade had already slit his throat in half, but it seemed like it didn't.
Both individuals glanced at the end of the passage where the sound came from, only to be welcomed by the sight of that particular pale skinned figure. With gentle steps filled with pride while exuding dark aura, The dark mage approached them.
She casted a furious glance at the elven with the glaive before shifting her gaze to the helpless mage. Her gaze had softened as she looked at the already stuttered mage, who's body was visibly shaking. Despite not seeing her eyes, both Elvin and Orion could feel the nature of the glare they received from the feminine cast. Either fiery or calm.
