Mokuren shrugged as she heard that Skyra's tomboy image was getting killed. Totally mangling the metaphor, she decided to continute it with her own brand of Mokurenness.
"No. I am going to drive my sword into your tomboy image and twist it about, causing excrusiating pain before pulling the sword out and using the blood drained to shoot needles into it's eyes and extinguish it's life force forever!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. "And then, I will grind it into the ground with my heel, and make sure it's skull is crushed in, before taking you off and getting you a cute dress to wear, while also designed to be practical in a combat situaiton because I am forward thinking like that" She finished, before sitting back down. "And most classes are just ones and zeroes, so I am happy to just sit here with you, and have your cuteness brighten up the world, or at least the small part of the word I am in. And not really brighten it up, but more metaphorically"