Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

Why yes, Lord Elliot Boswell indeed had marked out the captain of the ragband theives. He was much more richly dressed than the others, although his clothing was dirted by months of sea. Elliot himself wouldn't be caught dead in public with such worn out clothes, but he was a man obsessed with wealth and appearing that way. He took his eyes off the pirate captain, concentrating on eliminating his enemies. However, he was in for a nasty surprise when he next checked on the captain. Alena had been expecting many things, but being noticed and marked by the pirate captain of the ship was not one of them. About to mutter a rather nasty spell of affliction, she felt someone behind her and immediately turned around to unleash her wrath upon her enemy. But before she could complete the spell, he had backhanded her which had wrecked her concentration. Not to mention her petite body had failed her and was dragging her towards the ground. Unfortunately he picked her up and felt metal pressed against her head. She knew he was somebody important the quality of his clothes compared to the others was a dead give away. He was most likely the captain. And if he had a brain, he probably knew she was not an ordinary girl. Shit. Like hell was she going to be held hostage. And like hell she was going to be some damned damsel in distress. To say that that Alena was furious was an understatement. She was livid. Most people would have felt fear and not tried anything at all. However, Alena wasn't most people. Her temper was short and once she fell into that mode she tended to do whatever the hell she like. So, she bit him. Hard. If she died for fighting for her freedom.. at least she lived according to her own principals. Meanwhile, Victoria was using her magic liberally to fight off the invaders as well as engaging in a rather intense swordfight. Yes, she had been taught how to fight. It was expected of an heir to a great family. She had just finished the unlucky man off when she finally found Alena... and her worst fears confirmed. She was being held hostage with a gun pointed to her head. Of course, leave it to Alena to actually fight her captor right then and there. Still, the golden red head woman felt a cold fury rise throughout her being. Like her sister, she had a temper but it was slower to rise. Drawing upon her wind powers, she summoned a blast of wind to blow everyone including members of her own side who was in her way between her and the man holding her sister hostage. Green eyes normally warm and gentle were cold as ice as she made her way over to the man stupid enough to hold her baby sister captive in her presence. Let. Her. Go, she puncuated coldly, her hair starting to come undone from its twist due to the force of the wind she had summoned around her. You harm her in any way, and I promise to make your death a slow and painful one, she promised icily, the complete opposite of the gentle and sweet girl she portrayed herself to be. Because in actuality, to be the heir of an ambitious noble family one had to get their hands dirty. She didn't particularly enjoy it, but she would do anything to protect any members of her family specifically her .