[centre][color=bc8dbf][h1]Valentina[/h1][/color][/centre]
[centre][h3] Towards Police Station, Sunrise [/h3][/centre]

As the journey continued, Valentina nodded idly as she listened to her Rider's advice and insight to the ongoing altercation. Luckily her familliar had succeeded in being hidden within the bush enough so she could get a pretty solid picture of the entire affair, commentating what she was seeing to Rider. If it was true that this was a combat between two of the most powerful Knights and a vicious animal that was Berserker, they might luck out with them wiping each other out.

They would be so lucky.

Her attention was snapped back to reality when the atrocious deviance approached their limo and attempted to work their magic on Rider, and she watched in quiet amusement as he swiftly dispatched of them. In her head she allowed herself to count the amount of bodies they already had in the library, the number of humans was quickly rising.

[color=bc8dbf]"I hate to be the one to break this to you Rider, but unfortunately this is the entire point of me being here. What you just encountered is commonplace in the 21st century, the norm for those who have only known this. For one like myself, I have watched in horror at the decline of humanity, falling further and further into decadence and depravity. Women of the night who have to turn to such vulgar vocations due to other humans concocting horrifying mind destroying narcotics, abusing each other, spreading hate and fear..."[/color] She tightened her wooden fist as she got to work sewing another familiar, sighing.

Turning her attention to the doll she allowed herself to continue talking. [color=bc8dbf]"When I am through with this war Rider, we will see another dawn of the golden age. I dreamt of walking the streets of your Assyria, but I was created by those who had fallen into self-obsession and sin. My very existence was to be an outlet for human sin for a single man, who thought himself worthy of such leisure."[/color] She stopped herself and looked down at her patchwork companion as she finished the stitching on him.

She could feel something. It was getting closer. Maybe it was the direction they were going, towards someone else with a Heroic Spirit who perhaps she was right in being cautious. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Rider...prepare yourself, I believe we have attracted the attention of someone or something, or we are dangerously close to an enemy's territory, either way...."[/color] She trailed off, focusing on her familiar. [color=bc8dbf]"I promise you we will be victorious, wipe this slate clean, bring back another golden age, free of the stains of time"[/color]

She grinned looking at him from her seat, her hands beginning to wave around the familiar, precise fluid movements, as if dancing around this figure that was about to be animated.

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