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Blades clanged and her Sword laughed, psychic tremors shaking between Amaryllis's ribs as the Swordswoman was launched skywards by the sheer force of Billy's might. In life, the man had been nothing but a snack, but in death? Lichs and necromancers truly were different; the former was going to taste so much better than the latter! Finally, some good fucking food!

Splinters burst, raining down alongside rusted petals as Amaryllis curled up into a ball. Skimpy as her outfit was, the leather had nevertheless protected her from wooden shards as she rolled up back onto her feet. The shock of the impact still numbed her fingers, but that sensation was dissipating too. Powerful, for sure, but the Knight of Rose had faced off indomintable foes before, and in the absence of equality in physical might, her speed and intuition bridged the gap. As Billy's legs coiled, Amaryllis read the movement and flung out her offhand as well, a chain shooting skywards to latch onto the air itself. Pulling onto the chain while kicking off the broken remains of the ship, Amaryllis outpaced Billy by one step, hugging Sophia against her with one arm as her other lashed out with her Silverlight, slicing at the lich's outstretched fingers. It'd be a shallow wound, if such a light stroke even cut the flesh of that undead hulk to begin with, but that was just a precursor to the next combo.

[color=778890]"Queen of the Waves, can you tame the winter sky as well?"[/color]

Still flying through the air, Amaryllis released her hold on Sophia, resigning her not to the merciless grasp of gravity, but instead upon a bud of an ivy, the smallest chain she had ever made. It too had grasped space itself, becoming a foothold in the aerial arena, and as Amaryllis's magic flowed out. For all its embarrassing, shameful moments, Keijo had served her imagination well, and the Knight of Rose had become easily twice as magical as she had been a mere five monthers past. Now, dozens upon dozens of steel ivy buds dotted the skies, each of them a nascent chain. Who needed to fly when you could simply step on the air? Efficiency of magic to fully leverage physical ability. In the wintry wind, Amaryllis landed upon the first ivy bud, her midnight blue hair billowing out around her as her Sword, the usurper of behemoths, keened its edge in anticipation.

A burst of speed, and she lunged for Billy, a flash of steel that ricocheted and rebounded off footholds she could generate and dissipate in the blink of an eye. It would be folly to aim for a deathblow against one that had already died; she would shave away instead, aiming for glancing blows to shred him to bits.