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Adjudicator Satharial
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Satharial watched Sage mount a defense with amusement. Especially when it only served to bleed off a portion of her attack. Fortunate for him it was enough to shield the rest of his allies that lied beyond him; Karma remained unharmed. Even if he wasn't her chief focus Satharial would have preferred him convulsing, or a stain upon the ground she wasn't picky. As the wave of electricity that acted more like a surge of water than energy fell upon Sage, Satharial felt some grim satisfaction as he screamed in pain. As valiant an act it may have been he was unable to save himself from the brunt of the Adjudicators attack. Falling to the ground in an unconscious steaming pile that made him appear more like a hunk of meat than a human being.

Unfortunately for Satharial she would not be allowed to enjoy the fruits of her work as a final gift from Sage hurtled through the air. She normally wouldn't pay it much mind as at a glance it was far from something that could threaten her, but this particular member of Night Raid had proven himself to be clever and resourceful. So with little fanfare the ball of plant matter met the edge of her Black Lightning Cloak and burned away into nothing, or rather it should have. Instead while it did begin to partially burn the ball burst upon contact with the electricity and spread an obscuring cloud wider than its size would indicate. There was some disappointment in the obscuring of her vision from Sage and Karma along with the chaff that was the other rebels, but it wasn't a situation that truly bothered her. If anything it was a development she was expecting from the Vallian boy. Satharial stood stock still her gaze locked onto the same point she had been observing before. For all intents and purposes she didn't feel human at this moment. She was too still, too unresponsive as if she was waiting for the very world to move her in her stead. For a brief moment a woman like Satharial normally wouldn't entertain. She thought to the almost muttered words she had heard Sage utter before being struck down, "...you're barely alive yourself.". He certainly was too observant for his own good. It seems she isn't the only one who gleamed insights in the heat of battle. Thats right... neither the stars in the night sky, nor the warm light of the sun could offer her any joy. Satharial knew better than anyone how twisted she was. Among humans she was a mutant unable to empathize or be empathized with. But even as a mutant this epoch created there is a happiness meant only for her.

It is with this in mind that she felt the presence of her next victim, as smoke began to obscure all around her. Satharial now stood in a relaxed position with her arms held across her chest. Then a mocking grin spread across her cheeks, as if privy to a joke at another parties expense. And in a way that was exactly the case. As the first kick shot out from the smoke with great speed Satharial tilted her body allowing the physical force to sail just by her. As her attacker was imbued with electricity the strikes did not end there. Becoming a flurry of kickes that aimed for her at incredible speeds. Unfortunately for her attacker Cassidy, Satharial was the last person you wanted to engage with any sort of electric based attacks. With her Teigu's Black Lightning Dominion Cassidy's lightning kicks were reduced to merely their physical power, and that was only thanks to Satharials resistance to electric attacks. Factoring her Teigu's ability to usurp power over electrical energy as a whole Cassidy would be better off just trying to kick her normally.

Thanks to her own enhanced body and her ability to sense the energy within her attackers Teigu Satharial simply stepped to the appropriate positions to avoid the attacks. Normally she would not be able to handle such a flurry with this much ease, but she was so uniquely specialized against this type of opponent that it couldn't have been simpler for her. When her would-be assassin followed up with her short swords thats when Satharial adopted her usual strategy. She looked down upon her opponent and made no movement of interest. Yet Cassidy would find each slash, or stab she made appeared ineffective as the blades never reached her body. Instead being stopped by an application of her Black Lightning Cloak condensing around her body. Just as she had done against Karmas far more effective attempt to kill her. The Adjudicator was quiet but kept her teasing grin. Only when the other rebel dropped from the rooftops and entered the range of her Black Lightning Cloak as he killed an Imperial Soldier did she finally speak up.

"Be prepared." Her words were simple and brief, a shift from how she had acted before in the presence of the other Night Raid members. A change that heralded further proof of the Profane Black Tempest's power. With swiftness and a calm grace Satharial raised a fist, and Black Lightning crackled within and around it. With a flex the electrical field around her solidified, once again becoming perceptible as a golden sheen that summoned sparks of Black Lightning in the air. Then it pushed out all around Satharial changing from a electric field to something more akin the the concussive force of being slammed with a wall. Trading the brunt of the Black Lightnings electrical power that would normally shock it instead battered against her foes like a solid object. Intent on knocking Cassidy and Arden back along with displacing the smoke. Making a perfect circle with Satharial in the center.

 

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Ume Rishagi
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She could hardly believe she had managed to join Night Raid, let alone become an assassin. It was not among the careers she thought she was destined for, but what rarely is in this life? She had only been on a handful of missions, and fortunately, her swordsmanship spoke for itself. She was always terrible at endorsing herself since wordplay was never her strong suit. Ume was tasked with sequestering near their escape route, and making sure that their getaway was clean. She wasn't entirely happy with missing out on the action, but since she didn't have a teigu, she'd only be a liability against Jaegers and the like.
She blamed Johan.
Her mentor believed in old fashioned strength training and mastering the fundamentals. It did wonders on her musculature and sword skills, but she couldn't help but feel she lacked something. It was probably one of those cool ass weapons. Ume would continue to think of the potential cool teigu she could find lying around, those noble snobs probably used them to wipe their ass. She knew she couldn't slack, but it felt strange to sit and bide her time. She should be out there, doing something. Johan would give her so much shit if he knew she was left on guard duty. She couldn't help but smile at the thought. That bastard old man always gave her a hard time, but he had been there for her more than her own parents.
The tunnel she was guarding was narrow, barely fifteen feet tall and fifty feet long. Shadows hanging heavy across the dull stone. She dwelled within the shadows at one of the ends, her lithe frame hidden behind the sloped archway. She knew Johan would harp on about her taking this seriously. Ume was always laissez faire with how she went through life, but handled her business when it mattered.

"You cannot get away with playing safe. You wanna get home? Put it all on the line, safety is for those who seek no adventure."
The parting words of Johan rang in her ears, her mentor was an obstinate man, but he understood what it took to do this.
The sound of a resounding roar brought her attention elsewhere momentarily, what the hell was that? It sounded like one of the empire's myths. That lumbering suit of hateful armor, lemille. What the hell was he doing here? If that was the case, then Night Raid must have been found out. It was a stroke of unlikely fortune, however, as she caught movement along the ceiling of the tunnel. Ume focused on the immediate threat, forgoing the distant roar, someone had entered her territory. She calmed her nerves and encroached on the tunnel's entrance, moving slowly around the corner; following what appeared to be another assassin.

She waited for the moment she deemed perfect, striking her target when they they stopped moving. Ume would unsheathe her katana, letting loose a vertical slash with the momentum, returning the blade to it's sheath in one fluid motion. It was something she had practiced for years, making it as simpatico to her body as breathing. Her body reflexively taking the iado stance again. She didn't want to fail such an important mission, even if it was just guard duty. Ume had more to prove than she ever had before; she had no idea where it came from, but something about this group lit a fire in her.

"I don't recognize you which means you're my enemy, I can't let you go any further" She said, her sheathe gripped in her left hand, raising the sword up to her shoulder as her other hand held the handle tightly; prepared to unleash another strike.

Spoiler: Iado Stance