“I’ll kill you for this, someday.”
He stared at the tall serious blonde, caught off-guard by the matter-of-factness of her statement.
At his silence, she raised her eyebrows in a graceful arch. “You can’t really be surprised.”
Gathering his composure, he snorted derisively. “Surprised you think you could. But I expected something more… dramatic from you.”
“Oh? Well then.” She took a half-step backwards, spreading her hands wide and beginning to chant rapidly under her breath. A sudden wind gusted through the hall, swirling around her and pushing him back towards the wall as it built.
Abruptly she flung her hand towards him, pointing imperiously as the hall went dark and a massive arc of electricity raced across the wall behind her. “Be wary, [name] cy’[mentor],” she declared, projecting over the rushing air. “You have been marked for death, and the Valkyrie shall come for your soul.”
A sudden intense blast of wind knocked him backwards, briefly stealing his breath away before dropping the hallway into an eerie silence. It was a moment before he realized Sigruko had vanished.
Later, being lectured for shorting out an entire hallway…
“You should know better than this, Sigruko.”
“Well, he wanted me to be dramatic,” she replied calmly.
Luke’s expression was an all-too-familiar pained grimace.