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And she danced on.

Pinpricks of pain popped up all over her body as the Knight of Rose weaved through the dancefloor, her Patron’s warnings and her own instinct allowing her to continue the deadly waltz with a Horror. Rusted petals burst with each bound, each twist, her body contorting with acrobatic grace as powerful beams grazed her skin-tight outfit, millimeters away from causing a burn. Controlled yet frenetic, she continued to evade and deflect, lasers repelled over and over again by the indestructible blade in her hand. Leaping upwards, Amaryllis kicked off a tentacle rushing towards her, pulverizing it under her sharpened heels as she soared through the air. Heat bloomed behind her back an eye opening up on the ceiling to snipe her, but that was within her expectations as well.

It was surprisingly easy to imagine where attacks would be heading, after all, when she was surrounded and targeted.

Tucking her legs in and swinging her rapier down her back, Amaryllis curled up, another beam reflected into another eye. Three tentacles rose to skewer her in all directions, but before they could strike into her pale flesh, a silver ivy erupted from Soth’s eye and the buxom girl took hold, pulling her out of harm’s way. She spiralled towards the mass of monstrosities reaching out before her and used them as further footholds, evading volleys of energy beams as she sliced through the fleshy appendages that sought to smash her to bits. Silver coated the wounds she left, chains sprouting out of them to restrain the damaged tentacles. Temporary reprieve, but every slight advantage mattered. She hooked her foot upon one of the taut ivy-chains and slingshot herself upwards, landing against ceiling as her shoes cracked against the stone.

The eyes turned to face her, but Amaryllis was one step faster, a flurry of blows and a gravity-defying dash slicing through more of Soth’s eyes before they could unleash their rays of destruction.

Blood and other fluids rained down below, splattering upon roses that spread like umbrellas.

She somersaulted off the ceiling, reached for another silver chain, and continued her onslaught, a three-dimensional dance punctuated by the meat of the Greater Horror falling to pieces seconds after she passed by.

Soth was still amused.

Amaryllis was still calm.

And they danced on.