[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/t3kp4zp.png[/img][/center] [@Crusader Lord][hr] It was happening again. What was happening to this city? Her Sword gave her no answers, only a dull impact against the small of her back to remind her that it supported her actions, if only for the bloodshed that would occur because of them. The screams had been loud even three blocks down, and now that she was actually across the parking lot of Penrose Stadium, the horrors that filled the baseball field to the brim were literally spilling out from the seams. Whatever regrets she had about slipping out of her physics class had long gone, leaving only the same indignant flame that burned the day before. What was Beacon doing? How did this situation spiral out of hand so quickly? When were Horrors so inclined with acting so brashly, so openly? Did the Gods no longer care? What the hell was going on in Penrose? The girl let out a breath as she dragged her Silverlight against the pavement, sparks gently bouncing off from the tip as it rasped out the first strings of the nightmare waltz. Her family didn’t go to Penrose for these games. They should be safe. Her classmates probably wouldn’t be skipping classes when midterms were right around the corner. They should be safe. Her landlord was a notorious shut-in who spent most of her time getting mad at kids on the internet. She should be safe. That old lady who runs the cashier at the corner of Kingsway and Granville usually sleeps til around 2PM in the afternoon. She should be safe. Mentally, she ticked away all those she cared about. Mentally, she kept score of all those who could be hurt by this event even if they weren’t physically involved. Mentally, she shaved away every last remnant of ‘Amaryllis’, leaving only a void for the ‘Knight of Rose’ to fill. Graceful and invincible. Stalwart and fleeting. Elegant in evisceration, eloquent in execution. The silvered blade that reflected the true worth of a soul, the color of saints and sinners. Her sword burned with lunatic resplendence... [hider=✦【S】【O】【L】【I】【L】【O】【Q】【U】【Y】✦] [center] [i]The moon shone, and she stood alone, bathed in fluorescent fire. Her arms raised towards Diana, entwining in an infinite spiral, caressing the face of the heavens even as slender fingers grasped nothing. The maiden and the moon, separated by the vastness of distance. But the Heavenly Muses, faceless and flowing, saw the offering and took it, nine celestial flowers twirling around her as moonlight bent and twirled, as her earthly garments dissolved into Edenic dress.[/i] 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡. [i]And yet, each step upon the moonrose staircase cast more light upon the starless void.[/i] 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔨. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰. [i]She twirled at the insufficient peak, the Edenic fabric dissolving in starfire. Her arms unravelled like the blooming of a rose, and sparkling sand, lunar dust, fell from the moon, sifting through the gaps of her cupped hands. The staircase shattered and, arching her back against the tyranny of gravity, she fell into a garden of roses, iron vines tearing into flesh.[/i] 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢. [i]From the rose garden, the maiden knight resurfaced, clad in Silverlight and Starspace.[/i] ✦【I】 【A】【M】 【R】【E】【B】【O】【R】【N】✦[/center][/hider] ...and became quicksilver against the wretched abyss. An azure bolt pierced through the vanguard in the perimeter, leaving a trail of rusted petals in the wake of the first step. There was no pause when the second step pulled her into the heart of the stadium, a venue of athleticism converted into a cesspool of depravity, and the burning ichor of her steel-blood seeped only deeper as her eyes caught the sole maiden dancing amongst the demons. She had been willing to give the Maiden of Mystic Darkness the benefit of the doubt. Had planned on paying back the favor of information with a similar deed in the future. Now though… The third step began the dance proper, the Knight of Rose cutting a thick swath through the horde at a speed purely physical. The strokes of her blade sheared through fresh flesh before the monstrosities behind her even had time to fall apart, while the shockwaves caused by her movement drove back lesser creatures. It was slaughter at high speed, but it was mere afterthought as the influence of her Sword spread further throughout the stadium of fiends and monsters, unlike, like a virus, the dark chains that bound the still-living humans glowed silver. Shadows dissipated, overridden by the specialized spellcraft of the Knight, and, with the [i]schlink[/i] of rasping metal, each silver chain linked up with one another, locking down all the captured humans down where they laid. A fourth step, and she leapt out of the eldritch quagmire, standing atop the unlit floodlights of the stadium. Her hair billowed in the wind. Her sword glittered against the morning sun. Her roses fell, as condolence for all the lives taken so soon, so violently. The horde beneath her still writhed, and the perpetrator still breathed, still sinned, but her declaration had to be made regardless. Flourishing the rapier, Amaryllis pointed it down towards Annabelle, feeling the bloodlust and battlejoy of her Patron pounding into her lungs. [center][color=778899]"𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰. 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰, ℑ 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔄𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢! 𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱!"[/color] [url=https://soundcloud.com/undefined-undefined-794031745/the-star-knows?in=amethystdiaya/sets/shoujo-kageki-revue-starlight]⚔[/url][/center]