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1. LET ME SEE BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL THE VOICE FULL
2. LET ME SEE BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL THE VOICE WINDOWS

LET ME SEE BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL THE VOICE WINDOWS

There must be dozens of wolves pouring in now, some big as boulders, from the windows and the open gates.īut why? Why are they here? Not long ago, the wolves tore through civilians during the Harvesttide Massacre. Then: a howl.įour more wolves-these normally sized-leap in through the windows. The growl that leaves its throat is so low Adeline feels it rumbling in her lungs. The javelin bounces right off it, unable to pierce the dense muscle at its flanks. A cathar is most needed in the maelstrom.Ī massive wolf lunges before them. Law is the assertion of order over chaos. Chandra sends out a gout of flame their hesitation lasts only an instant. "We have company."Īnd so they do-a dozen burly vampire guards, shields linked, marching straight toward them. We shouldn't leave her alone," Adeline says. "Avacyn always fought with her sisters at her side.

"Arlinn knows what she's doing," Kaya says. The guard freezes in place long enough for a cathar to finish the job. He ducks an oncoming axe swing, tapping his staff against the guard's flank.

LET ME SEE BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL THE VOICE FULL

Adeline rushes to save her-and manages it, if only because the column hovers suspended in its trajectory for a full second. She stops, again-this time because a column's toppling over toward all three of them. "Uh, Kaya, in case you haven't seen, it's less of a line here and more of a. Behind him, a violet-wreathed Kaya withdraws her knife. He falls, bleeding his stolen blood onto the slick marble floor. Red gushes across the throat of the guard. A guard cuts the head clean from a warrior's shoulders, tossing it to a blood-mouthed child, who catches it from the air like a well-trained dog. There's a demon swinging a column at a group of farmers, and Sigarda is there to catch it. Two mounted cathars are joined by a youth riding a trained pig all three of them try to take on a Falkenrath flushed with fresh blood. He's smiling, somehow.Įverywhere she looks it's like this. In the bare moment Adeline spends glancing at them, she watches a well-dressed woman skewer a beautiful man before drawing him into a kiss. It seems some of the bloodsuckers are taking the opportunity to settle old debts. There must be a dozen of them going on at least, and not all of them pit humans against vampires. Flames lick at the table runners, which is bad, given how many people have taken to duels atop the tables.

Chandra blasts him with fire about a second before he makes contact, the candelabra clattering to the ground. A thrall emerges from the melee, armed with a candelabra. "Guess that makes me the anvil," Adeline says.Ī quick squeeze around her waist-hardly palpable in the armor-signals Chandra's thanks. Red slicks the holy symbol staring back at their assailant and red, too, paints Adeline's helmet as the excess spills over.

A wine bottle shatters against hardwood and steel. Her words cut off abruptly when Adeline pulls her close and raises her shield just in time. Only a pile of ash remains of the woman, her jewelry sitting prettily atop it. Somehow-despite the screams, despite the obscenities, despite the death grunts around them-Chandra's smirking.Ĭhandra, Dressed to Kill | Art by: Viktor TitovĪ pillar of flame consumes the vampire. Their eyes link over the vampire's shoulder. As a vampire's claw rakes across Adeline's shield, Chandra is there, bounding up onto a table to get a better angle. A sacred oath to protect the people of Innistrad lent her sword arm strength, even when her flesh grew weary.Ĭhandra's right at home in the chaos. There are people who need my help, she thought, and it became her only thought, the only thing that drove her on through the night, the only thing that kept her breathing. Adeline's beginning to wonder how much of what she was taught was wishful thinking. Deep in the belly of the beast, surrounded by a maelstrom of entropy-that is when the cathar should feel most comfortable, as that is when they're needed most. Every day of Adeline's training made that clear to her: cathars will always need to dispense justice, because chaos is the natural state of the world.