The insult to her pride does not faze Beyza - it does not bother her that he does not believe she could kill him. There is a small list of those in the world whose opinions matter to her and Gale is not on that list. It’s even a little entertaining to be underestimated but even that reaction is overshadowed by her disappointment in the lack of reaction to her projected emotions as they snap back into her after their failure. She had wanted to cause him distress, not encourage a smile.
She watches as wings of lightning flicker into existence, feeling a brief benign interest in their appearance (she has crafted such wings before and worn them into battle, and she wonders if he had looked into her memories or if this is just a coincidence).
Such thoughts do not last long - interrupted by the confirmation she had been waiting for.
She believes - knows - that the world would be a better, safer, place without Gale inside of it and that is all she needs to act.
Beyza is not one to attack with her body. That option doesn’t even come into consideration. Instead, two things happen in the same moment - right on the heels of that last syllable Gale spoke. Her body becomes incorporeal, the once-solid figure now little more than white mist condensed into a horse shape. She drifts a little in the strong winds of the storm and is stirred by the thundering rain but her attention roots her here.
Simultaneously, her actual strike comes from below. Dozens of large, glass-like spikes burst from the sand of the shoal - each aiming for Gale’s underbelly. There’s some variation in size, but the largest of them are big enough to spear through a horse like a worm on a thorn.
That’s really all that stood before her now - an iridescent worm. There is no thought to saving her strength - she will happily use all she has to purge him from the world. In revenge for what he had done to Ryatah and to protect others from suffering similar fates.
She pours her rage into these crystalline creations, white fire flickering within them - eager to burn him from the inside out as they pierce his sides. Whether these flames feed off organs or curse, it will not make a difference so long as his life is taken in the process. If she could not purge herself of the strength of her emotions through projection, she would try this other way. She’d let them fuel the righteous fury that sparks in her eyes as they burn brighter than lightning.
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Gale