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Yarzoth grits Ieana's teeth. She was familiar with the sacred consorts of Lyria and her treacherous former servant, Charelle. The first would try to make an opening, the next would make the attack. But which was which? Surely Shëakatri wanted her the more... The vampire then–

Wait, what was that behind her?!

Swinging her staff for all that she's worth, even knowing full well what the enemy planned is not enough to land an attack on the agile women. The unlikely pair, mortal enemies at any other time, use the opening created by Lureene's air elemental and in a rare moment of cooperation, their hands clasp about the circlet perched atop Ieana's head and tear it free!

With a cry of surprise and exhaustion, Ieana falls like a boulder. She slams into the ornately tiled floor with such force that cracks spider-web out from the site of her impact.

In mid-air, the vampiress immediately begins to fall. She attempts to yank the circlet from Alis' hand, but with a grunt of effort, the flying princess, hand blackened from intense frost-burn, manages to hold on.

With a hiss of anger, the vampiress lands hard, falling to the ground as the altercation throws off her balance.

From Yarzoth's robes, no fewer than five cobras swarm forth hissing silently as they fall upon the one grappling their mistress! The big hunter's reactions are swift, however, and only one of the serpents manages to land a bite on him, but he quickly tears free leaving a blood gash in his shoulder in preference to becoming poisoned.

Yarzoth however merely smiles and her eyes glow with a sinister light. Inside his mind, the feral warrior hears Ieana's voice and feels his will being crushed like some beast caught in a net having a muzzled clamped over its jaws.

Release me and slay... the armored one instead!

Yarzoth begins casting another spell from behind her wall of force. Lureene immediately identifies it as a chill shield and attempts to counterspell it but to no effect. In an instant, the serpent woman appears to be consumed in cold blue flames which then whip around her in a vortex that chills the air.

The vampiress' blade seems poised to strike Ieana's breast, yet it is not a gasp, but rather the scrape of metal on a sheer surface that greets your ears. The tall vampiress stands frozen in surprise as the possessed half-woman/half-serpent rises up on her tail to look down at her thru a shimmering, translucent veil of force, before casting a baleful gaze at Lureene.

"So be it," she says, "if violence is all you simians savor, curse the stars that saw you set sail upon the same vessel as I..."

Yarzoth sighs, and with a crook of her finger, the tall vampiress is wracked with pain. "Nonsense. You serve your false god, and I serve great Qingu. I would have suspected the likes of you would understand passionate devotion, it seems I was mistaken."

Ieana gives the towering warrior a withering gaze. "Your princess requested my name, and I gave it. Such is the nature of civil discourse, you slow-witted savage. I always expected that the more slightly statured, female members of your species would reign supreme over your males, it seems my supposition has been supported."

Ieana, or Yarzoth rather returns her gaze to Alis and continues, "The reason for my sojourn is simple. After countless centuries, Qingu, my dread sire, saw fit to choose me as the vessel of his rebirth. No, not in the sense of something so prosaic as an offspring, I speak of the very quintessence of the soul, the–"

"Yarzoth."