[h3][hr][color=ff0080][center]Mercy Mable[/center][/color][/h3][hr]
Mercy was glad their journey was headed to a close, as she couldn't wait to disrobe and plunge herself into the waters of a nice warm bath. Her hair felt greasy, and her skin dry. It would be nice to take a little respite during the time of the festival, perhaps even get a new book should one be available. Every deployment seemed to be longer than the last, and never really holding any excitement. Mercy turned another page of her book. A sultry grin threatened to spread across her face. Though, as to not loose composure, Mercy switched focus onto the stew. She had delayed herself from grabbing her share as she always does. Preferring to take the shorter end of the stick and let the others get what they need. 

The stew would've been a welcome addition, if it wasn't for the two gunshots and the captain's order of retaliation. Mercy's book clapped shut as she stowed it away and she readied herself. Looking around she could see the situation they were in; frowning when she saw where the two shots had made their mark. Her eyes jumped to Captain, who was holding on to Strauss. [color=ff0080][i]'Tch, pity he wasn't dead... Could've been useful in taking out the enemy.'[/i][/color] her thoughts carelessly ran through her mind. She wasn't all that close to Strauss, but she had nothing against him. [color=ff0080][i]'You better live until our next encounter, Strauss. C'est la vie~'[/i][/color]

[color=ff0080]"OOOHHHOHOHOHO~  You Peasants Dare to Surround Us? Tis a shame you throw away your lives so carelessly. You'd do better to turn back now and live the rest of your days as cowards within your own cities~! For I am the Princess of Death; ruler of your soul in both this world and the next. But to protect my comrades, I shall give my life!"[/color]

Mercy boasted as loud as she could without putting strain on her voice. Anyone who has seen her fight might just chalk this up to her being weird, though preferable to how she usually acts. Regardless, the enthusiastic youth drew forth Thánatos and pointed the blade towards the sky. She hesitated. Then with a grin, the blade spun downward as she gripped it with both hands and stabbed it deep ... between her arm and side. Those unknowing might think she actually stabbed herself, though in a way they'd be right. A minor cut broke her skin as her blood fed the blade. Her body laying as stiff as she could manage on the ground. Her blade began to glow as a skeleton began to form next to her body. Rattling, as bones connected to bones until the skull was finally placed. Then from out of the skeleton, a [url=http://i.imgur.com/2nZzRwh.png]shade[/url] flew out, wailing about.

Mercy gave a simple order to attack as she laid there. Immediately the skeleton ran towards the nearest group of enemies and began to brawl with their rifleman; bashing the group of soldiers with its bones as they tried to defend themselves from the undead threat. The spirit flew about the battlefield, swooping down at enemies in hopes to distract them. There regrettably wasn't much for Mercy to do in this stage of the battle, but she hopes the enemy enjoyed her show as she tried to lighten the load on her comrades.