Mirchie
The user previously known as Hero-in-the-Dark
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Re: School Courtyard
Mîrchell barely noticed the ongoing conversations, cackling happily as she drank on the lifeblood of the hunters when she noticed they were holding back from attacking further. A sharp snapping sound fills the air as the demoness punched one corpse in the chest, completely shattering his ribcage. After a short while, she straightened up, lower face splashed with blood, and a greedy gaze in her eyes as she advanced upon the remainders of the hunters, before blinking, noticing they were retreating. Or rather, were simply not there any more. She whipped around, and snarled furiously when she saw the bodies of those she had slain were not there either. At this point, she heard Jonathan's exclamation, and turned to him, grinning broadly as she licked up some blood from her hand. The sword she had stolen she kept a hold of, and started walking towards the man, wings fluttering slightly before folding away behind her back.
"'Freaking psychos'? What are they? On second thoughts, don't answer. What's wrong with enjoying a fight? The feel of blood is... Exquisite..." she said to the shorter man, grinning all the more as blood dripped from her chin.
Then, she noticed all the other spectators, and waved jauntily with her remaining still-bloodied hand, the one not currently holding her new sword. Then, she turned to Ellisia, and grinned, slamming the sword into the floor. "Good evening Ellisia. Did your little friend say much of this, perhaps?" she said in her oddly echoing voice, as her tail flicked around, and wrapped around her thigh. The demoness' calm voice was betrayed by the anger displayed on her features. She left Siphon to explain what had happened, since she didn't actually about the attack, merely enjoying the battle.
Mîrchell barely noticed the ongoing conversations, cackling happily as she drank on the lifeblood of the hunters when she noticed they were holding back from attacking further. A sharp snapping sound fills the air as the demoness punched one corpse in the chest, completely shattering his ribcage. After a short while, she straightened up, lower face splashed with blood, and a greedy gaze in her eyes as she advanced upon the remainders of the hunters, before blinking, noticing they were retreating. Or rather, were simply not there any more. She whipped around, and snarled furiously when she saw the bodies of those she had slain were not there either. At this point, she heard Jonathan's exclamation, and turned to him, grinning broadly as she licked up some blood from her hand. The sword she had stolen she kept a hold of, and started walking towards the man, wings fluttering slightly before folding away behind her back.
"'Freaking psychos'? What are they? On second thoughts, don't answer. What's wrong with enjoying a fight? The feel of blood is... Exquisite..." she said to the shorter man, grinning all the more as blood dripped from her chin.
Then, she noticed all the other spectators, and waved jauntily with her remaining still-bloodied hand, the one not currently holding her new sword. Then, she turned to Ellisia, and grinned, slamming the sword into the floor. "Good evening Ellisia. Did your little friend say much of this, perhaps?" she said in her oddly echoing voice, as her tail flicked around, and wrapped around her thigh. The demoness' calm voice was betrayed by the anger displayed on her features. She left Siphon to explain what had happened, since she didn't actually about the attack, merely enjoying the battle.
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