Iyasis strode on silent feet into the bleeding village, silver eyes flashing in a growing storm inside her, scanning for the cause. Finally ahead she saw a figure, armed. Her silver eyes turned golden and fiery, and fire obediently gathered from around her, spiraling up her arms. Her blood red hair waved softly in the wind, making the silver tips look like liquid starlight in the dying light. She saw the figure notice her, and make to run. Iyasis could hardly allow that.

"Stop!" she called to him. "This will not go unpunished!" her normally softer, almost musical voice rang strong and steady. Her bonded sword hilt glinted from behind her black cloak. Fire danced at her arms and hands. "You have done enough. Face your actions or die in blade and fire." Her voice spoke with not a threat or warning, but just a calm, collected manner, as if was addressing a much less bleak subject.