[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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The hooves of her steed restlessly clacked as it shifted about. With the winds blowing at their backs, Marianne's long dark hair flowed gallantly with the drafts. Marianne's own version of a war banner, if one were to look at such a thing in such a way, symbolic though it may be. Dark eyes focused on the horizon, Marianne held her bow in hand at the ready. Her veil in her opposite, prepared to channel her mana. At her side, a far larger and more opposing target than she, Sir Ricard sat on his haunches. His own glorious and luxurious fur waving in the winds as he surveyed the distance with her. Ears swiveling at every sound he could pick up, cold snout sniffling at familiar and new scents. The giant beast would've been a mighty force to be reckoned with during the inital charge with the Iron Roses, but he had other plans. He cared little for the other knights, and stubbornly stayed at Marianne's side. Though she was positioned in relative safety, Sir Ricard was not one for chances and gambling. His large body would be her shield and as well sword if need be.

Saying to no one in particular as she kept her eyes trained ahead of her, Marianne smiled slightly.
[b]"It is time to place my new training to the test, no?"[/b]
Sir Ricard glanced side long at her.
He could see that she was nervous, as she trembled slightly.
Why, he couldn't tell. But the canine had his ideas.
[b]"Better now than never, I suppose."[/b]
Marianne let out a breath, a sigh, as if to expel her rattled nerves. 
She placed a hand on her chest as she shut her eyes briefly.
What was she worried about anyways? 
She was in the rear.
Perhaps it was the practical application of her magical ability that worried her.
Perhaps it was her worry of accidentally going too far and placing herself out of commission.
To become a dead weight for her comrades to have to burden.
Either way, none of that mattered. The time for such worries and talk had long past.
Opening her eyes and lifting her head, she saw her fellow knights in the distance.

Steeling her resolve, she placed her bow across the tops of her thighs and gently placed her veil against it. Lowering her head and shutting her eyes, she began her incantation created for the purpose of mana control. Softly uttering its phrases in her native tongue, in hushed tones.

[hider=La Priere]
[i]ma déesse, ma déesse, donne-moi la tourmente,
Donne-moi la souffrance,
Donne-moi l'ardeur au combat.
ma déesse, ma déesse, donne-moi la tourmente,
Donne-moi la souffrance,
Et puis la gloire au combat,
Et puis la gloire au combat.

ma déesse, ma déesse, donne-moi la tourmente,
Donne-moi la souffrance,
Donne-moi l'ardeur au combat.
ma déesse, ma déesse, donne-moi la tourmente,
Donne-moi la souffrance,
Et puis la gloire au combat,
Et puis la gloire au combat.

Ce dont les autres ne veulent pas,
Ce que l'on te refuse,
Donne-moi tout cela, oui, tout cela.
Je ne veux ni repos, ni même la santé,
Tout ça, ma déesse, t'est assez demandé.

Mais donnes-moi, mais donnes-moi,
Mais donnes-moi la Foi,
Donne-moi force et courage,
Mais donnes-moi la Foi,
Donne moi force et courage,
Mais donnes-moi la Foi,
Pour que je sois sur de moi.

Donne-moi la tourmente,
Donne-moi la souffrance,
Donne-moi l'ardeur au combat.
ma déesse, ma déesse, donne-moi la tourmente,
Donne-moi la souffrance,
Et puis la gloire au combat,
Et puis la gloire au combat.[/i] 
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Her horse stirred anxiously as Marianne's hair lifted and crackled with ferocious electrical arcs, though it remained unharmed. Her bow glowing with a bright golden light as it was imbued with her power. Opening her eyes and affixing her veil to her hair where she could, she grabbed her arrows which were also infused with her mana the moment she touched them. Assuming a good stance once her horse had ceased its trotting about, Marianne tightened the muscles in her upper back and nocked multiple arrows at once as she pulled the her bow's drawstring back, the tense string audibly creaking with her effort. Her brow furrowing, eyes burning with determination, she unleashed her volley. 

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With each release of an arrow, the air cracked and boomed. A light flashing each time she set free a lethal arrow from where she sat. Unrelenting and without rest, she fired off one well-aimed arrow after another. Attendents and squires to her rear were at the ready with excess arrows, keeping her constantly stocked. 

To the opposing force facing the head-on charge from the Iron Roses, it would appear as though a lightning storm itself was backing the knights. The sky screaming and howling as Marianne's arrows pierced through the wind, her lightning arrows miniature versions of her hand-thrown javelins. To which veterans of the Iron Roses would know their terrifying power. Truly, it was a sight to behold as essentially Marianne herself was a one woman siege, demonstrating the might of the Iron Roses led by their Captain. Hundreds of arrows soon filled the skies above. Goddess be with those at the frontlines, for no mercy would be shown.