Shaula watches the area in front of her carefully.
Ugh, I have good clothes on too… I might burn through them. What a damn shame.
Shaula removes her gray cloche hat, putting it into the pocket of her dress. Her hair is still quite short but it's not important today. She takes a few deep breaths. Today, she isn't a mugger or a vigilante.
She's going to have to be a spectacle. If she can become one and successfully gather the attention of everyone, then the guards will force their attention away from the crowd, the protesters and Barden. They will witness her instead.
In a way, that makes this whole experience kinda worthwhile. More people should learn how great I am, I've always said so.
Shaula laughs to herself.
In front of her is a straight path towards the police barricade set up around the marchers. There are a couple people ahead who could get in her way, but she's going to make a scene right now so they'll move when they figure things out.
She blinks her eyes once. Twice.
Then she closes her eyes and concentrates.
She slowly opens her eyes. This time however, her eyes don't look like they normally do. Someone in the crowd beside her notices himself getting warmer all of a sudden. More people notice the sudden heat enveloping them as well. They turn towards the source of the heat to see Shaula and her eyes; they're now pure white.
At this point, it feels quite natural to her to make her eyes emit heat. At a certain amount of heat temperature and intensity, any part of her body can start to emit light, even bright light. She's gotten her eyes to emit red light before, as well as white light and even the blue light that appears when she outputs her heat at much higher temperatures.
The brilliant white of her eyes slowly expands outwards to cover the upper part of her face just above her lower jaw. It then spreads to her hair. However, she cannot force heat into her hair, though she can force it into her scalp. As a result, her originally chestnut hair doesn't become bright white, but rather it becomes bright red.
Like the rest of her body, her hair is still heat immune. Her hair is already much hotter than a human body can handle being near, just at a lower temperature than the rest of her head. She still likes this fiery red hair though. She smiles as more and more eyes start falling on her, standing tall.
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A woman nearby gasps. One person looks at her and wishes to kneel, but holds himself back. Most people assume that Shaula isn't some sort of divine figure or angel, she's most likely a mage of some sort. Obviously one associated with light or perhaps fire, though none of the crowd remember seeing such a display of prowess before.
They part in the direction she is facing and get away from her fearing that she will turn her heat towards them. Some of them stay just close enough to combat the chilly fall air. As the crowds part for her, the guards in the distance notice the figure near the edges of the square.
As Shaula had wanted, they cannot make out the details of her face, though they can see her dress and even her leather shoes. The crowd part completely out of her path facing towards the barricade of guards protecting the statue. None of the human supremacist sympathizers wish to get in her way either.
Some of them can not only see the brightness of light she’s emitting but the shimmering of heat surrounding her like a forcefield. It only fills them with caution. Do not get in her way, is their main thought. Let her meet the guards. If they can’t deal with her, why would we have been able to?
The guards in her path, having seen her fiery form, brace themselves for anything. Even through the sound of her heat, she can hear their rapid heartbeats.
They're nothing but cowards at the end of the day. When was the last time they’ve fought fairly against someone their own size?
Shaula starts walking from where she is. At this moment, she feels all eyes of the square aimed directly on her. Nobody is speaking anymore. They're only watching her walk right now.
She starts running. Then she starts sprinting. Within moments, her speed reaches a level where she becomes a blur to the people watching her. The guards realizing her immediate threat put up their shields at first. Then, a few of them see the deep footprints she’s able to make into the ground of the square.
The ones immediately in her path desperately scramble to get out of her way, fearing her juggernaut-like momentum. It doesn't matter however. A few meters in front of them she leaps forward, aiming herself not at any of them but directly at the statue they're protecting.
She leaps and reaches her right hand out. Her hand isn't emitting red or white light, it is emitting brilliant blue light. Objects emitting bright blue light solely from their heat are emitting temperatures just shy of the surface of the sun. In contrast, the burning point of diamond is much much lower, while even pure carbon itself would melt if her hand touched it.
She leaps over the guards in her path as well as the cowering marchers behind them towards the statue. She gets close to touching it. She reaches her fingers towards the 33rd Divinity, Hideza's, chest. She feels her hand start to go through it as if it were soft butter.
But, all of a sudden, she stops. She floats in midair. All of a sudden a deep pain flows in, its source at her chest. Before she can look down, she spits blood. Only after vomiting her blood, does she see it.
Someone has impaled her through her chest with a spear, made of diamond. Her heart has been destroyed.