[center][color=ed145b][h3]~Cerise~[/h3][/color][/center]

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As the others left, Cerise made her way around the immediate area - leaving quite the blood trail as she walked, dousing a few specific areas in a rather copious amount of her own blood. With the vines on her left arm constantly injuring her own flesh, it was easy enough to lay a few traps in case a Tyrant decided to ambush them.

[color=ed145b]"Oh?"[/color] Cerise turned to face Yui, raising an eyebrow and staring at the other girl. [color=ed145b]"I wear this dress and not some clunky and unsightly armor,"[/color] She replied with a smirk and a chuckle. [color=ed145b]"Because I don't need it. I'm not going to die from any Tyrant, not while their unsightly forms taint this earth of mine. If I don't look as good as I can while doing it, then I am no better than those blood-thirsty beasts."[/color] She spoke almost as if she had chosen her own Cowl and Crown, though that likely was just her ego and important sense of self talking. At least she had confidence, which was something anyone could use.

She turned away from Yui, the vines on her left arm receding back into nothing as her arm began to heal.

[color=ed145b]"And now we wait for a potential feast."[/color] She giggled, walking over to a nearby pile of rubble and taking a seat upon it. [color=ed145b]"I do hope they don't keep me waiting for long though. I might get a bit cranky..."[/color] She staked the white colored sword that served as her crown in the ground in front of her, and waited.