Moments before greeting Giselle in kind, Aleksiya was quite dismayed by the sudden embrace of a certain overly-zealous cleric.

How irritating.

Perhaps hate was far too strong a word, and Aleksiya did truly believe in Ichor, but the fanaticism displayed by Akyasha had always rubbed her the wrong way. That, and her lack of concern for personal boundaries. In spite of the situation, the diminutive vampire felt there was absolutely no reason to tolerate this invasion of her space.

Small hands latching onto to Akyasha's arms, she irritably pushed them away and took a step back at the same time.

"The fact we have returned to undeath is no reason to ignore personal boundaries," she complained with a huff, running fingers through her silvery hair, shimmering strands drifting into the air, "So refrain from invading mine, thank you very much."

And that was that.

Clearing her throat, a smirk crossing her lips as she had a moment to introduce herself, Aleksiya curtsied, bowing her head slightly.

"As it has been far too long, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Aleskiya Ravenn-"

Her greeting was interrupted again, this time by the screech of some sort of terrible beast or undead. It was promptly followed by the cacophony of even more undead, screaming their withered lungs out into the night.

"How dreadful," commented Aleksiya, crimson eyes narrowing, "I won't abide-"

Pausing for a moment, the small girl placed her hand at her side.

Nothing was there. For a brief moment, panic clutched at her heart like a fist(though she did her best not to show it), aand she immediately turned back towards the coffin she had departed from and quickly looked inside.

Nothing.

Aleksiya's small hands clutched, curling into fists, but she showed not a single sign of her frustration when she straightened. Instead, she chose to resume her reintroduction as if nothing had happened.

"Now, where were we... Ah, yes, I am Aleksiya Revannart, the Ice Princess."

She curtsied again.

"I believe it's for the best if we depart, unless you want to languish in this dismal grave much longer rather then discovering what's going on," she added, her smirk having returned.

Now she could leave, and find her precious belonging as soon as possible.

Even if there were those mindless skeletons in the way.

Aleksiya turned towards the gate and began to approach, with little care for the undead that lay ahead.

They were no threat to the Rime-Winged Vermilion Angel. Even in her current state, her body feeling weakened, her hunger impossible to fully ignore, she had no doubts.

The first of the skeletons turned to face her, jaw hanging open as it lurched towards her, one arm raised.

"Out of my way."

Her pale arm flashed, and she felt it briefly come into contact with something firm. At least, until the object broke apart, crumbling under the impact of the back of her hand.

The skeleton flew apart as it was lifted into the air, Aleskiya's backhand having shattered the side of its skull.

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