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	Ducaelia barely heard Silas. She turned to the scene with lights blood red and claws blazing. Her face plate was covered in Gore and her legs splattered with blood. If she had a mouth she would have been smiling sadistically at the assassin. She seemed drunk, as if the anger affected her brain. She leaned back and giggled, before turning her cloak on. A second later, She pushed everybody else out of the way and turned her cloak off. She held the guy by the head and giggled again. She turned back on her index claws on her left hand and slowly cut through his mask, deep enough to where it would barely pierce the skin. He screamed in pain, and she laughed.
	When she stopped she quickly took his helmet off completely and held him by the shoulder, piercing his shoulder with her thumb. Her lights turned a purple, and she sighed. [color=662d91]"Look buddy, I'm in a bad mood. You tell them whatever they'd like and point me in the direction of your master and I'll let the pain go away. All of it. So, where's Death, so I can give him a smile on his boney face~.?"[/color]