[center][h1][color=f26522]Aimée Bellerose[/color][/h1][/center]

As Aimée continued to dance, she felt her allies fighting more energetically. She never understood why her dance had such a dramatic effect on others. Maybe was due to the uniqueness of her dance.
Seeing them look at her, feel that her dance was having an effect on them made Aimée really happy, after all, there is nothing better for a dancer than see others enjoying her performance.

Her first surprise came soon after she helped the colored man. His falcon came flying on her direction, carrying in its beak beautiful blue bells. When the falcon got nearby, she stopped dancing as he dropped the flowers on her hand. On the distance she could see the colored man looking at her.

Aimée held the flowers, putting them on the folds of her dress, decorating it. She looked at him back, making an artistic bow.
[color=f26522]"Thank you very much!"[/color] she said with a big smile on her face.

Looking to the battlefield in front of her she saw as another wave of orcs charged towards them. The group she was nearby was easily dispatching the new wave, as the girls used magic to freeze and deal a mighty blow to one of the armored orcs, not only cracking its armor, but damaging his internal organs.

Things weren't going so well for the colored man though. His gun was being very effective against the orc troops, and their commander noticed that. The next wave was comprised of archers, standing behind an orc with a huge shield, big and thick enough to stop his bullets.
Maybe she should go to him to say thanks for the flowers.

Moving through the battlefield with grace and agility, she got nearby the colored man. Sneaking up behind him, she got one of the blue bells from her dress and put it behind his ears.

[color=f26522]"Hello again! Shouldn't it be the other way around? You should  be the one saving me!"[/color] she said, with a playful smile, sticking her tongue  out of her mouth.
[color=f26522]"This is my thanks for the beautiful flowers, and a reminder that it doesn't matter how beautiful it may be, every rose has its thorns."[/color] she said, unwrapping the silk strip that covered the weapon. The bright metal reflected the light of the sun as she grabbed the silk strip and thrown the ring blade, making a wide circle around her, grabbing it in front of her, pointing its edge to the orcs that were charging into their direction. The sound produced by the ring cutting the air was simply terrifying. 

She began to dance once more, but this time, the dance was very different from before. fast movements, cutting motions and strong swings composed that martial dance. The blade danced together with her painting silver streaks through the air as the steel reflected the light, the terrifying howl loud enough to all the battlefield hear. It wasn't an ordinary performance. There was no happiness on that dance. Completely confident on her movements, she danced with the sharp ring blade. The dance included powerful kicks, imprevisible cutting motions that appeared to change directions mid air, creating a chaotic, yet graceful dance. The howl continued to soar through the battlefield, each time she swung her weapon, it sounded that the very air was crying as the weapon teared it. The hypnotic movements continued in the same rhythm, fast and lethal. Enough to generate a small air current around her, making the red silk strip that was hanging from the ring blade swirl around her, following the blade's imprevisible movements. The red color made it look almost like it was blood flowing from the blade, only contributing to the already disconcerting dance.

Aimee's eyes were different from before. Her confident expression and her fiery red eyes gave her a dangerous look as she stared to the charging orcs. Anyone who looked closely enough at her body now would see her muscles tensing up, marking her delicately white skin, betraying her apparent fragility. She was using every single muscle of her body on that dance with an incredible efficiency.

[@Cuddle Pot][@Arthanus]