Season of the Witch (Open)

[Ira]

"Then they fall from grace. They either are taken in to become an apprentice once again. Or simply killed," Ira replied simply enough watching the shield appear and protect her. This was slightly familiar, to a degree. Her smile reappeared as she watched the piece of metal fall down onto the foot soldiers.

A wave of the force reached out, moving to push into the minds of those gathering around the two of them. She would not be so subtle with her attempt to bend their minds to her will. She would press to such a degree that it would potentially give those gathered around an instant headache as the wave through the Force reached them and pressed into them individually.

To some, the headache left them in an agony and brought them to their knees almost immediately. How unfortunate, they were useless. Then there were others who broke to her will instantly. Weapons were raised and turned against their allies, an a thunderous roar of fire arms being shot off could be heard as soldiers turned against each other. And others were well enough off to be spared from the touch of the Force.

[Lamia]

"Careful. They have means to protect themselves from mental attacks."

Not long after she said that the soldiers started to become aware of what was happening to their comrades and activated their Spiral shielding to protect themselves from being attacked mentally. The Spiral shield generating a foreign block in their minds that not even the Force was able to penetrate as they continued their assault.

"Blasphemy. They use the Enchantress' power in such a way. Blasphemy!"

In the midst of the witch's rage she set ablaze an entire platoon and watched as their corpses fell to the ground and burned from the fire. She took a breath and allowed her rage to calm for now to continue her discussion with Ira.

"How often is a fallen sith taken back in as an apprentice?"

[Ira]

Ira watched the fires burn, the dance of the embers almost calming to the woman. Soothing to her even to a degree.

"Under my rule, frequently enough. I give chances to rise, chances at liberation. But then again, 'forced liberation' is still freedom in my mind." She explained softly while still watching the blaze burn. "Those who don't grow are still useful so long as they still follow the teachings. I will welcome those children every day for at least they are seeing the truth. Those who willingly turn away are nothing more than fools returning to their shackles - the world must be purged of them if they continue along their way."

[Lamia]

"Perhaps our ways are not so different after all."

Lamia lifted up her hand and allowed a great smoke to rise up into the air, concealing them from any reinforcement to arrive buying them some time before another wave located them. The Witch hated ever so much to be interrupted during such an intriguing conversation.

"Where is your temple?"

[Ira]

"Not here." Ira answered softly, closing her eyes as the smoke began to cover them. She turned her gaze away, her head turning as if she were looking about despite closed eyes. "I intend to build one here though. In time. In time these things will come. I must start this order anew here. My work is cut out for me. But I look forward to it if cards are played right."

[Lamia]

"I too much begin things anew. To rebuild my coven so they may service the Enchantress again. Isafaro is bound to have several oppressed women who would be willing to turn to the Enchantress. The men here think they control everything. They won't for much longer."