» every broken promise

WINDOW SEAT TO CHAOS OVERLOAD She did not hesitate nor relent in any manner as Zekle's voice joined the noise of chaos. His apologies, his declarations of love, they did not still her - but they did affect her. The electricity around her, inside of her, seemed to stutter. It flashed for several moments, dimming intermittently almost as if fading and then surging back into full display. Between the recharges, the teal on occasion was replaced with her customary blue, a subtle change given the hues' similarity already. The jolts happened in quick successions and seemed of little note when Ampere continued to barrel down upon her first son with a savagery she rarely reserved even for her enemies. He was so blindly open and accepting of his demise that she smiled with a preemptive satisfaction- That is until a shield, her shield, swerved in-between her hooves and Zekle's flesh, the timing so impeccable she could not alter course. Ampere's wrath crashed down upon the steel barrier, sparks flying off in various directions as they ricocheted off the metal. Upon collision, flames leapt up from the engraved sun the shield bore, the light and heat were so intense Ampere's head should have jerked to the side, instincts hard to kick even in death. However the pet-symetary-Ampere gave pause. The lines of her features relaxed, the ugly shadows cast by hateful lines falling just as rapidly as the sparks around her. The core of her body went dark, the lightning innards shuddering off, her lines of disassembly merely darkness layered against itself. Her gaze reflected the fire as it roared up, hungrily licking across her forelegs, uncaring if it consumed living, dead, or un-dead flesh. It reminded her of something, of someone. It was only a moment, maybe two, where Ampere lingered in stunned stillness, enchanted by memories of a life she was torn from. "Little lightning, I'm sorry" she breathed softly, sweetly, as her gaze lifted from the fire and connected apologetically with Zekle. The moments ended then, her electricity jolting back with a vibrant light amid the remnants of her core, and a wildness re-entered the softened edges of her expression. She now felt the pain of the fire and howled in agony as she threw herself back with a powerful flapping of her wings and haphazard kicking of her legs. As she retreated sparks danced where her hooves struck the ground, and from them she bore three lightning eagles that she cast towards Castiella, Vesper, and Melita; her wrath seemed doubled with her pain and the confusion of the old life bleeding into this new existence. Her targeting extended beyond Zekle, content simply to obliterate. As Ampere recoiled and regained footing, embers still peeling away her skin to expose the lightning that veined beneath it, she kept her gaze locked on Zekle. She bared her teeth at him, jaws clacking menacingly, and rushed again. This time however she aimed for Iskra, the one who interfered, the shield-stealer. She reached with a different magic for him, pulling the metal knife from his back, her knife, and aiming to slide it into his spine while he was focused with her frontal assault. Everyone must die. A M P E R E darya87.deviantart.com

@"Zekle" @Melita @Castiella @Vesper
Iskra's shield blocks her attack on Zekle - she is momentarily herself when Zekle cries out to her and when she sees fire. She resumes her attacks however with a lightning eagle sent to Melita, Castiella, and Vesper. She resumes a physical attack on Iskra's front, while pulling his metal dagger from behind to stab him (he still owned the dagger in this thread).