[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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Marianne glared at Sult as she walked past. She had figured she could find a friend in the Sult that she knew, but apparently she felt differently if her outburst was anything to go by. Sure, thinking of it now, Marianne did not carry herself appropriately in that moment of weakness. But she could never stand it whenever anyone spoke down of the Delacroix. She had a deep love of her family and is proud of their cultures and histories. She, herself, would never speak ill of another family's name so she had an even harder time understanding why anyone else would say or do such things. Turning over her shoulder to look at the 'Other Sult', she made eye contact as she thought to herself. Realizing her immaturity, she thought to do better in the future. She would have to remember to apologize to the Sunfields when this was over. After all, as proud of a woman she is, she was above such pettiness. What was she thinking? Openly threatening someone who was here out of a want to aide them? She was past such childishness, or so she had thought. As her features softened, eyes saddening, she turned away and continued onward.

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Coming upon the corse of supposedly another one of the conspirators, Marianne stared at its crushed neck with a sense of disgust. Covering her mouth and nose with a hand. Had someone from their merry band of Knights already rushed ahead? Someone strong enough to combat a mage by their lonesome? But, the only one she could possibly think of capable of doing such a thing...

A booming sound startled her, interrupting her thoughts. As the group shared a look, Marianne as expected rushed ahead. Giving the Sult she knew a look as she passed by, her black hair trailing behind her. She almost wanted make a passing remark along the lines of the slowness to take action being a Sunfield trait, but she dismissed the thought. It was unlike her to think such things. Merely turning away as she travelled deeper into the crypt, saying not a word. Instead, she thought if her mentors saw her now, how they would reprimand her for being too swift and hot-headed in rushing into dangerous situations. That was one part of her training as a Delacroix Knight she did poorly in. Her and her brother [i]Paul.[/i] Delacroix Knights were far more careful and methodical, like her brother [i]John.[/i]

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There she was again, that odd little girl that bore a maddeningly familiar sword. Her body glowing and emanating a well-known aura to those who practiced magicks. Seeing a magic caster standing between her and her assumed ally, Marianne decided to take advantage of the element of surprise and provide a bit of a distraction. Breaking out into a sprint towards the white-haired man, Marianne leapt and sent her feet out aimed at the man's back in a flying kick. If she were successful, the velocity and weight of her body was enough to send the man tumbling far enough away to provide enough safe distance. Her skirt fluttering and hair fluttering as she glided through the air to connect with his spine. Landing with trained grace and balance.

Taking her place by the girl's side as she kept her eyes trained on the masked/cloaked man, the white-haired magic caster, and the accompanying skeleton horde, Marianne figured now was a time to be rather forward and direct.
[b]"Before we continue any further, I must ask. Who [i]are[/i] you?"[/b]
Marianne said, looking down at the girl who wielded the giant sword before her eyes looked back up and saw someone whom she could only assume was the sister to Tili.
Taking a knee and kneeling down, Marianne removed the white veil she wore in her hair and unsheathed her sword.
With her veil in hand, she grabbed at the blade of her sword and began to focus her own mana.
Now was not a time to hold back and she didn't have the strength nor energy to fight in such brutish ways.
Might as well cut through them with a little bit of magical intervention, eying the armored skeleton warriors.
She recognized the booming sound from earlier reminiscent of her own lightning spells.
Though she was still at a disadvantage against another caster, she couldn't help but wonder if her own lightning was more powerful.
She had never met another caster that ever came close to the power of her Lightning-bolt Javelins.