"AAAH! WAIT TINY BUZZSAW LADY. SO UNCOOL!" The bloody knight of the daneaxes whimpered, as she kept hacking through things like a beaver munches through trees, spinning, jumping, and overall making limbs, wounded people and corpses fly. Unable to keep up, she rested atop of a statue, her eyes gleaming like her twin ax blades. 

She was quite the imagery, as almost her entire face was splattered with blood, on top of the horrible combination of Black armor and pink frills. It wasn't surprising that even though the severe beating these guards were receiving from the Iron Roses, [i]THIS[/i] vision of hell completely shattered the morale of some who had not been still taken down or trapped in ice, who dropped their blades almost instantly as their knees failed to support them.

"Oh? Don't be shy! Play with Mariah! So Lame!" She added, with a creepy giggle, as both Bobds flanked her, reaching her among the sea of corpses.

"Mariah, please, keep your feisty side in check..." One of the two pleaded.

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Meanwhile, Rinaldo stroke his moustache in an inquisitive manner, as he set several servings of the pancakes. Quite the bunch, really. Some of them were paying him heed, some of them were treating him like a poisonous snake... well not far from the mark really, but he wasn't biting anymore. He had a mission to somehow salvage the mess after Sult amusingly had to be bold with the Court Mage.

Well, they were really lovely bosoms.

"Hmm, let's see...did you know that a blunder of mine actually helped you to be born, Princess?" Rinaldo ventured to say. "I once had a task to ahem, take care of a certain royalty member, which happened to be your father. Of course, I was rather young, hotheaded, and inexperienced. I literally failed by tripping on a jester's juggling ball. And cue the massive escape, guards everywhere." He continued his tale.

"Of course I had to exit the castle somehow, so I gathered a few blankets, and sticks and tried to make myself some kind of kite wings or whatever." He said. "I took flight."

"It never panned out, really, I broke both my legs on the landing. I thought i'd be captured that time." He added as he took a bit of the serving he had just given to himself. "Delicious, really. Who made this jam?" He coughed for a moment, as he kept talking.

"So here I was, soaked to the bone, and with two broken legs. And guess what happened next? I found some barrels to hide...What I failed to know was they were full of wine... I literally ended up being a failed assassin, with both broken legs, and pickled in wine when I finally reached the safety of my guild!" He said with a cheer.

"But i must admit, given the lovely results, that I'm proud of that particular blunder, princess." The old man finished, as he took another bite.

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Sult kept her grip tightly as she waded, parried and ocassionally smashed some guard's face in with her hilt. She cut, she danced, but it was still insufficient, as she felt the distance between Marianne and her increasing. There was no way she could match her elegant and fluid movement with her level of skill. She was beginning to paint, in an strenous effort to pick up the pace.

Nero didn't showed to be slowed in the slightlest, being able to keep up the pace with the Delacroix knight almost as if they were a dancing couple, even though his movements were rather furious, rough and undefined. He wasn't really merciful nor clean when cutting others, and he savagely dived within blade's reach in his eagerness to strike first.

"What's the matter, Sult, getting behind?" He taunted with a sneer.

"Shut up! I don't see you faring as well as Sparky, either" She added, as she broke another guard's knee with a kick, sending him yowling in pain.

"I can use Delacroix style...but it makes me girly." Nero shrugged, his smile patent.

Fortunately for Sult's own ego, a brief respite happened, as she eyed two newcomers. After a sneak peek she concluded they were roses, and she could swear to Reon she had seen the small one elsewhere.

"Hey, I know you! You are that tinier warrior than the mini captain!" Sult said, "Martinelle or Martini or umm..." She ventured to say. "I don't know you, but I'm Sult. And this cheeky effeminate asshole here is my twin sibling Nero." She added, eyeing up the new meat. [i]So cute and tiny and the other's so pretty. Okay, Sult, focus![/i] She had to mentally remember herself.

It was then when Nero, had, unbeknownst to the others, had taken the lead into venturing forth. "Nero, Knight-Captain of the Ravens. Nice to meet-!" he added, as he cut someone's neck and blood sprayed. "-you, now let's keep up, shall we?" 

[i]Where's the tiny assasin?[/i] He added with a thought.