[center][color=orange][h1][b]Scylla[/b]

[/h1][i][h3]Servant Berserker[/h3][/i][/color][/center]

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As the armored man came speeding down towards her through the air, his scaled weapons aiming to cut her through in one go, Scylla's smile spread wide and toothy. Eerily wide, as if the excitement and bloodlust was finally rising to the surface in a visible way. The smile was perhaps...unnerving, able to send chills up the spine or easily call up a sense of unease. It was like the gaze of a great predator, looking upon prey with a quite horrifying Cheshire grin. In a deft motion, the smaller form of the white haired girl darted to the side in a leap, her reaction time [Agility: B] up to par for the move. Then as she moved back, her right hand gripped the dirt below, rotating her body around to face as her fingers made tracks in the dirt. That was something a servant was capable of in general without having to be too strong, perhaps, but there was one assumption her opponent had made that was not quite right. 

This was no [i]Caster[/i]-class servant.

From her landing spot, Scylla activated one of her skills [Monstrous Strength: A], launching herself forwards at the enemy with the ground as her launch pad. And in the wake of her great exertion of primal, monstrous force to launch herself at the enemy with great speed, the ground cracked and ruptured below her feet, a small crater forming as a large hail of dirt and rock was sent flying back (this being not in the direction of Scylla's master and master's friend) from the sheer force alone. As she flew towards her opponent at top speed, her left hand was balled into a fist, one ready to connect with the enemy if it could. If she was right, the man would hit the ground and stick his weapon into it. Potentially, in her mind, this gave her a moment to strike with hellish force [Strength: B (A rank due to Monstrous Strength)] and try to send her opponent flying.  

Of course, this was merely her own perceptions and actions being put to the test. However it would work out would depend on her opponent as well, just like in any actual battle. 

[@RolePlayerRoxas][@Raineh Daze][@VitaVitaAR]

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[center][color=violet][h1][b]Evangeline Henderson[/b]

[/h1][i][h3]Master of Assassin[/h3][/i][/color][/center]

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[center]House, Near the Beach of Redrock[/center]

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[color=violet]"Haha, well said from the lips one of the great demons of Japan. I would expect no less! But it takes a lot to get me pretty drunk, after that liver enhancement i had a friend do to me!"[/color] the female magus said, laughing as she took another swig of the sake in her hand, which by now was getting pretty low unfortunately, though according to her body something else seemed to be almost picking at her like it was trying to get her even more drunk, [color=violet]"But yeah, i wasn't sure if demons had picky tastes for a moment there, but i do think i was wrong! Heh. I like you already! Yes, we shall save room for the sake later. Gotta be able to take in the good stuff!"[/color]

Evangeline then tipped up her bottle, drinking the last of the sake she had in it before dropping the bottle down at her feet with an audible "crack" of breaking glass. It was a rental anywho, and if she died she had no business worrying about leaving crap around the place. Not that she was some pig-sty lover, no even she had standards, but in this case she felt she could be a bit lazy with a servant like this. Demon or not, she was a fellow legendary drinker who seemed to have an array of skills and-...ah. That was the particular skill trying to get to her head too right now. Neat. Especially if she was ok with the crap Evangeline has stocked the whole place with. Course' there was enough food and such to get herself by for a couple weeks too, not to be ignorant of bodily needs beyond the joys of hard drink and companionship in enjoying that hard drink. Haha!

[color=violet]"Ah, but we should get going to the church first. Gets us back here quicker, then i promise to crack out the good Vodka for us. Hurts like hell, but the burn keeps ya warm on cold nights like nothing else but another woman's body snuggled right up-...ahem, anyways,"[/color] the American woman said, before giving a hearty laugh at what she had been just about to say. She then stated to walk away, off in the direction of her car that could take them (or at least herself if her Assassin here decided otherwise) to the church, [color=violet]"If ya want you can drop that sake in the house till' we get back, probably safer that way if someone comes snooping around. Or hell we could carry it with us if you want, or something else since it's all up to what you want to do with that really."[/color]

[@Raineh Daze]