The night seemed to be echoing the day, a nocturnal endlessness to match the slow drag of the sun. It is hard to say for sure, but perhaps that is why the night proved to be so very bloody in the end.
It certainly started out peaceful enough - despite the war and the suspicions people had leveled against one another, despite the innocent man they had hanged, there was some level of amiability to be found. Some had even joined together to play a game, though no one seemed to understand the rules very well. Still, the diversion was welcomed, even enjoyed, at least until a scream was heard from outside. There was a rush outside, but the struggle was over before anyone was there.
de_la_nae was laid out on the docks, staring blankly into the night sky, one arm laid out, the gentle waves of the sea lapping at her hand as it hung down. Her throat had been slit, and for apparent good measure she had been stabbed multiple times in the chest. Her robes and clothes were soaked in blood, running down to stain the wood of the docks and drip into the water.
Past the docks a boat was already out to sea, a figure wrapped in tight clothes steering away from the shore. "The Shapers will never suffer a rebel to live!" they called back to the assembled villagers, turning away from the city to steer away - it wasn't long before they were lost in the fog.
Stunned, the onlookers pressed forward to move the body, but before they could even reach her, an angry roar filled the air. The sound could only have come from a creation, and several people ran towards the noise, though the more sensible people hung back. The ones that raced to the scene found a battle taking place in the streets,
TRVA123 standing tall and screaming orders at her creation, a towering Battle Gamma, skin glowing from within from the sheer power poured into it. It wasn't the only thing glowing, though - the human standing opposite the Shaper was glowing as well where her skin was revealed, in strips where her clothing had exposed her flesh, her eyes radiating with a cold, bright harshness.
The Gamma swung, and missed; the infiltrator was already running, though, charging at the monstrous creation and jumping on it, sinking her knives into the sides of its throat, even as it beat at her with fists solid as small boulders. It staggered and fell, and she rode it to the ground, raising her hand and blasting it in the face with conjured acid, directly into its eyes and roaring maw.
TRVA was already bringing forth another creation, some behemothic lizard, but her focus was interrupted as the infiltrator rose and charged the Shaper, leaving the creation behind her to claw at its own face in its final agonising moments. The half-formed creation was dispelled, and she shot a spell at the approaching assassin, a fireball that exploded through the night, bathing the scene in a burst of fiery light, hitting her square in the chest. She couldn't help but scream as it did, the fire burning through cloth and charring her flesh, her voice a roaring, inhuman tangle of pained fury and satisfaction - the satisfaction of a kill, the satisfaction that came as she leapt at the Shaper, taking her down and forcing a knife into her chest.
Silence.
The Shaper and her creation were dead, the only sound the heavy breathing of the infiltrator. The villagers that had gathered were silent, not speaking, not moving to intercept the killer of the leader of the Shapers in Porphyra. She looked up at them, her gaze hard, pupils glowing coldly from the essence that had reShaped her form, and in another moment she was on her feet and running.
Running.
And gone.
Dawn broke over the city.
Day 3