[i]Irina would return that heartless stare towards Mortar's suddenly appeared form, the bloodied sword still encased with the life essence that was once housed within Lola's body. She would remain motionless and cold, before resting the sword upon her shoulder.. and beckoning Mortar forth.[/i]

*As she beckons him he stops, staring at her again. Slowly, his head shakes, back and forth, left to right and left again. He declines her challenge as he props the limp Leyla on his shoulder* Not now, Irina. I cannot guarantee that we will never fight in the future, but you won. You got what you wagered and you killed another dragon, another one of the Hayes. We'll meet again, but for now, let us both rest. *The two of them, staring at each other seem like polar opposites: From an outsider's perspective it seems as if Mortar would be the one taking the moral high ground as the wretched abject Vileblood stands drenched in blood. But both knew that they are the same, one way or another. Except Mortar has their father's sword, while Irina only had their mother's*

[i]Irina would remain silent for a few moments, before a slight, quiet laugh would escape those smiling lips, the drenched weapon's blade dripping with scarlet blood. The laugh was such a satisfying, devilish guffaw, as if the Vileblood had found true enjoyment in such a terrible event.[/i] "Oh, we'll meet. And you'll be dead for good, I'll traverse Hеll and back to make sure of that." [i]As Arianna, still twitching from the electricity, steadily rose up, the mother of the two younger Vilebloods would beckon for them to leave, as Isaac, the only innocent other than Mortar in the current situation, lifted up his sister's shoulder and carried her off. Irina merely let the blade of her new sword slam into the earth, that cruelly edgy- er, dreadful chuckle repeating over and over again, only growing louder until it became a sharp laughter of absolute joy.[/i] [i]It seemed as if Irina had descended back into insanity.[/i]