Elua er Goltbred allowed the blade held in front of her to fade toward invisibility as she leaned onto it, copper edges bleeding away until only the colorful fuller remained. Sighing as deeply as she could, the remaining visible section to the Yecine in the room collapsed into a sparkling dust that billowed to the edges of the room and left her resting her hands primly at her abdomen.
'Little out of practice. Oh well, who cares if it properly followed the mechanics of real powders in wind. They likely don't know the difference.'
She had their attention with that display regardless. Elua had already shown them plenty enough that being ignored was not an option. With that blade first revealed as held somehow in secret, then being hidden again in such an uncanny method… it was as good of an incentive to pay heed to a person terrorizing - but not *quite* assaulting you, yet - as any other reason.
