A wise person once said that love is a battlefield. This is... probably not what they meant. Although, funny story? The Shogun said something similar at her bachelorette party, and this is [i]absolutely[/i] what she meant.

"Just wait right here, love," she says with the most loving and tender stroke of Sara's cheek in recorded history, "I don't want this to delay our vows any more than it has to."

Euna smiles dreamily as she turns toward this bunch of [s]dead people[/s] goons. She gives all of her guests in the audience a little wave. It's always about playing to the cameras when Comstar is involved. And then she transforms from a bride into a silver comet, bending impossibly around the field of armed troopers and edgelord bridesmaids as if they weren't in her way at all. Blink and you'll miss it: she's already standing in front of the cannon. Now, if you're an Errant fan you're probably expecting her to heroically jump in front of the beam and save her wedding guests or something.

But you'd be wrong! She lifts a leg up all the way over her head, completely heedless for a moment of the fact that she's in a skirt that does not modestly allow for this sort of move, and crushes the floor underneath it with a vicious axe kick. She jumps twelve feet into the air and punches the cannon just as it finishes charging, bending the barrel and crumpling the entire off-balance edifice in on itself. Will it scatter itself across the multiverse? Will it break? Explode? Who knows? Who cares! It's in the way! She lands, and blurs again.

[spending one (1) hold to redirect an attack]

What follows can only be described as an orgy of violence. Euna is as good as her word. Her legs bend impossibly as she stalks forward toward Comstar, and every time they do there's a snap and a howl and another person drops to the floor even though by all appearances she hasn't touched anyone. Guns fire all over, everywhere but where she is. She is inevitable. Inexorable. She is white, bridal Death. She rears a hand back and slaps Comstar hard enough for the sound to ring out all the way to the back rows, jerking her head all the way to her shoulder.

"Get. Off. Of. My. Altar!"

[Directly Engage: [b]11[/b] again. Avoid blows and Impress/Surprise/Frighten]