[Quiet Man Cometh]

Focused on keep flying debris at bay, it took little effort on Tarja’s part to switch her attention to flying snakes. Still, several now dangled from her back, their fangs stuck in her body armour, while several more were tangled in her robes. A few suspended in mid-air before her, and she narrowed her eyes, the snake suddenly writing unnaturally as they started to hiss, smoke, and erupt into flame, then crumple into ash.

She dropped the sword, its flame finally dying as it hit the floor in the path of one of the snakes. Leaving the ones on her back to dangle, she proceeded to rip the snakes from her ropes with her hands, and her mind, incinerating the ones she held in her telekinetic grasp and swinging others wide until their heads connected sharply with the asylum wall.