[center][h1][color=silver]Annabelle Irons[/color][/h1][/center]

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Soth didn't seem to respond to the respect another horror was paying to him, though to Annabelle this was rather normal. He only spoke as he saw fit, and in this case he didn't see fit to respond to the "humble apologies" given to his emissary/harbinger for doing what they were. However, Annabelle felt a feeling creep into her, somewhat like a desire to not get involved in this little "battle" that was to take place before her between the other two magical girls. Mentally shrugging at her patron's subtle enough hinting in this manner, her orb merely floated next to her as she walked over to lean on a wall. More than that, the broken store window next to her had an abandoned bag of fresh popcorn, perhaps left my some unwitting patron who'd been eaten up out here! Ah. 

Snatching up the small bag happily, Annabelle began to watch the battle commence from her position. 

Seemed the little vampire didn't like metal, if that sword was any indication. Sword girl seemed to get in a few good blows, even, as things went on. Not bad, though the old and/or Shakespearean type of speech she was going on with was kinda annoying to the void-harnessing magical girl herself. However, the moment that range was created between the fighters, Annabelle smirked a bit at things. Ah, that was a mistake. Sword girl was great in melee from the looks of it, but this little vampire of a girl seemed far better at range, or at least more range than sword girl herself. That much, at least, was Annabelle's observations of the situation. However, the end of the battle swiftly seemed to follow, leaving naught a trace to the rose knight. 

But was she really dead, consumed by the darkness? Heh, Annabelle had no idea. 

Instead, the magical girl waved to Noir once casually, and began to walk away to go back to her base. Not much to see now, not really the mood to talk. Maybe.