raise your weapons against? Drop them at once!" She tried to put a note of command into her voice, hoping that at least some of them would waver, but none of them even so much as flinched.
"Do save your breath, dear sister," Delozara said sweetly, "My Skywraths are loyal to me. They, too, feel that the Skywraths need a new Queen, and that you, sister... are not up to that task." With a steely whisper, Delozara sheathed her blade. Such arrogance. Unprepared as she was, Shendelzare could easily take her head off in one quick deathstroke. If she was just a bit closer...
"And you believe you are?" A gambit, hoping to draw Delozara in range of her chakram's reach.
"But of course, O noble sister. What right have you, when you can't even keep your own man?" The smirk was audible in her voice, but Shendelzare grasped the implication of her words more than the inflection of them. The shock on her face must have been apparent, for Delozara's sneer widened. "Oh, but did you not know who told us of your location? Did you not wonder? Really, sister, surely you must be smarter than that..."
"Silence!" Recklessly, Shendelzare swung her arm back and released her chakram. The razor-edged projectile spun as it flew toward its target, and the Skywrath princess poured her fury along with her magic into the weapon. In the blink of an eye, it covered the small distance between the two women, only to bounce off the edge of a Skywrath's blade who had leaped in front of the traitor princess. Shendelzare snarled and snared the weapon out of the air as it returned to its master, powered by her magic. Unfolding her wings, she bent slightly and shot into the air, ignoring Delozara's startled screech ordering her followers to give chase.