[center][h3][i][color=ed1c24]~Victoire Bordeaux~[/color][/i][/h3]
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Standing high over the mist that enshrouded the Dianex, hovering slightly of the top one of the many spikes of stone that surrounded both sides of the mighty valley, [url=http://i.imgur.com/x4IRi6M.png]Victoire Bordeaux[/url] -The Bloody Countess- observed the incoming Elicitor, an ugly, hulking mass of metal whose very steps crushed the land bellow its feet, leaving nothing but rubble as proof of its existence, as well as the chaotic mobilization of the troops of lesser Demons.

[center][color=ed1c24]"What an ugly sight, all of it."[/color][/center]
Victoire said to herself, as she considered the fact that the most obnoxious of the pests, that is the Angels, hadn't appeared yet on the battlefield. The tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife but nothing of this fazed Victoire she arrived on the Dianex after news that the Machina fortress held a treasure of immense value and certainly planned to obtain it, no matter the effort she had to go trough.

Though, it was very much probably that Victoire wouldn't have to put any effort at all on this battle. As one that specialized on terrain control, a battle in a narrow place such a valley was when Victoire was at her best. As proof of that, any who dared thread the ground of the valley would find themselves stuck in a huge field of blood-red roses as well as their vines, covered by dagger-like thorns that could tear flesh from bone with ease. The sweet fragrance of the roses was layered over by the ferrous smell of the blood of countless victims of Victoire's dark hunger, having potent corrosive toxin effects that would burn one's lungs from inside out or, melt even the toughest metal as it chipped always with the impending rust. The fact that the mist made the fragrance sticky and more concentrated was a boon that Victoire was more than willing to take without complaints.

[center][color=ed1c24]"Rose Magic: Royal Demon Rose."[/color][/center]
[color=ed1c24]"The moment you chose a battlefield like this one, the outcome had already been decided. Just die already and spare my time of hunting down any straggler."[/color]  Victoire said to herself, again, as she took a sip of a cup of steaming blood-red tea, regarding the battlefield with the same interest of one who contemplates the struggles of ants.