"Who?!" the Duchess' eyes snapped toward Sylas. A slight rage flickered in her eyes when she noticed that she couldn't actually move her arms. She was still wrapped in Gogo's body.
Energy burst from her as she tried to break free, her arms pumping with power as she pushed.
BANG.
Gogo's coil was forced apart and the big one slipped down the tree's body as the Duchess tore her way free.
Sylas' lips parted as she shot a beaming line of red toward him.
"Zarvokyl Throskathar Ghorazaknaral Sanguara."
His head tilted to one side, dodging the beam as the Duchess froze in place, her eyes widening.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?! SPEAK, HUMAN!"
Sylas gazed at her calmly and found something interesting. The Duchess he knew would never react so violently. She was far more even-keeled. Even when she was furious, her emotions were measured.
This version was much… younger, much less refined.
