Kaliv blinked, suddenly coming to the realisation that Felicity was missing. He felt a newfound anger rush through him. He lunged out furiously, They've taken her! He thought blindly, knowing Felicity would be in danger - They hadn't, of course. But that was the explenation he had come to. Abruptly, his strikes became much harder, lightning cackling off the blade as he drew the power from his opponent. He felt it begin to corrupt him - but he just forced it back against her before it could do any permenant damage.
Popo was falling back against his attacks, stunned by the furious onslaught from his rapier. She tried to draw more power, but she couldn't - there was some form of... Interfereance...
The distraction was enough for Kaliv to plunge his rapier into her heart, spearing it. She grunted in pain.
"You think that's gonna stop me?" She inquired, coughing up blood.
"No." Kaliv said, he looked into her eyes. Only hatred was in his, "But this will."
He channeled her power through the blade, drawing forcefully on it, then repelling it through the blade once more - The result was enourmous. Thunder coursed it's way through her body, causing Popo to convulse violently as she was fried alive. Screaming, Wailing. Kaliv tried to shut his ears from her pain, feeling a sudden pity for his opponent. He continued to draw on her reserves. Panting as the effort of repelling the tainted magic was becoming more tiring by the minute.
"I don't enjoy killing women." He admitted, "I'm sorry."
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