[Center][color=#C70039][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
[hr]


[color=#C70039]"Are you an idiot-!"[/color] Isabella growled under her breath at the nameless wisp. She fully expected something to happen, but for a few seconds it seemed like they were blessed with continued silence and peace. Until a low moan in the distance as something moved. Shadows moved across the lights, something shambling and shuffling their way through them. Erratic, unclear voices met her ears as whatever once was human made themselves known. Metal scraping against stone - shackles of some sort? Old armor? Weapons? Didn't matter. What was clear, was that that fool had made themselves known and they were now a target to...whatever poor souls these used to be.

Now would be the time to hide and observe, not hang around and get caught up in some silly fight such as this...and Aiv seemed completely intent on doing the fighting part such as this. At least he would make a pleasant distraction. Maybe he'd do a back flip if he died?

[color=#C70039]"Morons. All of you."[/color] She couldn't even say Dwynn was doing something smart, really, but she was at least doing the smartest thing here. Or rather, they seemed to share a similar mindset that fighting now would be a fools errand. That said, being called 'Imbecile' irked her greatly. Her? Imbecile? Bah, not at all. Dwynn was more and more reminding her of fools she greatly disliked. Or at least, she felt like she would. It made it hard to muster any desire to actually go after her...well any desire other than the desire to stab her. Repeatedly. Maybe do a few experiments on them.

Besides, this would be a pleasant test run for her weapon.

[color=#C70039]"Ah...I don't know about emissaries or whatever this foolish one with the weapon clearly overcompensating for something is talking about."[/color] Isabella harrumphed, brandishing her own sword. [color=#C70039]"But I'm just going to use you as a test run for this thing. Don't worry, I'll make it quick...probably~"[/color] She chuckled, grinning towards the shambling foes. She gave the sword a, slow experimental swing, the mass of black metal and tissue hissing lowly as it writhed and moved. She had to get used to the blade somehow - might as well use it on these sorry ghouls.