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Lavinia

Marduk got about two words in, those being ‘Little Vin.’ At that point, the Little Vin in question decided she’d heard more than enough and flipped open her grimoire. Marduk would find his jaw suddenly locking in place, the blood within it rebelling against his muscles to prevent him from speaking further.

”Don’t test my patience, you flatulent muppet. I know what I have to do.” Ordinarily she’d have been happy to trade jabs with the old man, but right now she was too on edge to make conversation with a petty nemesis. Indeed, it was a mercy that Marduk never reached the part about ‘romantic rivals,’ or else his scrotum might have ended up being unceremoniously obliterated in similar fashion to Asher’s.

As it happened, Lavinia was thinking about that boy as she knelt down beside Zenith to heal him. Why did I… Why did I attack him, just then? She’d never felt any particular affection for Asher, but it wasn’t as if she disliked him, at least not beyond her general antipathy for all things good and proper. She had no reason to care about him sharing a post-battle hug with Ria, or making out with her, or whatever it was they’d been doing back there. Ria was nothing more than… than a trusted acquaintance, that was all. If she even still trusts me after today.

It was all Gwen’s fault. If that damned harlot hadn’t distracted Lavinia with her lies, she’d never have gotten so worked up in the first place. Scowling, she got to work on fixing up Zenith, making a mental note to think up an appropriate retaliation against the ice mage later. If she wants to be violated so badly, then I’ll… I’ll touch her butt when she’s least expecting it! HAH!

Using her grimoire, she sealed off the capillaries near Zenith’s wounds, preventing any further bleeding. Fresh blood washed over him in a gentle wave, slowly knitting together his flesh where it had been rent asunder. He, at least, didn’t say anything to draw her further ire, beyond a single snarky remark that actually made her smile a little.

”That’s right,” she told him, wiping her eyes. ”I’m a brick, and this world is a window. One day I’m going to destroy it all, just you wait.” By now her spell on Marduk would have worn off, leaving him free to flap his jaw to the gathered reporters. Lavinia herself didn’t join in; she’d had more than enough of dealing with imbeciles today. Shying away from the old man’s touch, she shuffled around to Zenith’s far side, pretending to be busily focused on helping him recover. With any luck, that’d keep Asher from coming after her with a sword…
Lavinia

What?! Lavinia stared at Gwen in shock, and then turned bright red as she stared speaking. ”I didn’t… Well, I mean, I kind of… But not in a… You know…” She covered her face with her hands, her words dissolving into an unintelligible stream of gibberish.

”Uhhh, torment! Yes!” she finally sputtered out. ”Let’s, let’s go and torment some fools! Nobody picks on Ria except me!” Trying to recover her senses, she leaped to her feet and rushed towards Astoria and Asher. ”Let her go, you damn oaf! Ria, tell him I’m your favorite pillow!”

And then Ria turned to her, and things got even worse, because Gwen had told her to do one thing and now Ria was telling her to do another and also Ria was pressing herself against a man who was mostly naked and also Gwen maybe sort of thought Lavinia had done something she definitely hadn’t and what would Ria think if she found out and also Zenith might sort of be dying but not really and Holly was still hogging the spotlight and oh craaaaaaap what do I do what do I doooo?!

She froze in place for a moment, her mouth hanging open without making any sound, her cheeks still flushed a deep crimson. And then her brain, in the throes of a panic attack, came to a snap decision.

”Die, freak!” She lunged forwards and kicked Asher from behind, right between the legs. And then immediately whipped around and charged off towards Zenith. ”Zenny don’t you dare bleed out or I’m going to kill yoooooooouuuu!!!”

It seemed that Fenixtear had managed to break their blood mage.
Here's my Master sheet. Bit of an unusual one, so hopefully it works!

Lavinia

Grabbing Gwen off Marduk, Lavinia quickly fled the scene and hid behind a chunk of smashed-up building. Shit shit shit shit shit!! A Wizard Saint was here, and there could only be one reason: the Magic Council had finally figured out Lavinia’s plans, and was sending one of its top personnel to eliminate her.

Squeezing the unconscious Gwen tight for comfort, she peeked out from behind her cover, sweating profusely. The Wizard Saint didn’t seem to have spotted her since he was approaching the S-Class mages instead… Oh no, they weren’t going to rat her out, were they? Surely they wouldn’t do something like that? Lavinia might have been evil, but it wasn’t like she’d been that nasty to them, right?

Then the Saint marched away, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. ”Fufufu… Stupid Magic Council goon didn’t even see me. I am stealthy as a shadow, slinking in the night beneath a new moon. Isn’t that right, Gwen?”

The unconscious Gwen didn’t reply, but Lavinia thought that she’d definitely agree if she could.

”Let’s get you fixed up. We can’t have you passing away before I get to torment you properly, can we?” She held up her grimoire, and a wave of blood poured out, coursing over Gwen and gathering around her until she was half-submerged in a shallow pool. The process might not wake her, but the Bathory spell would heal up any external injuries within a couple of minutes, leaving her healthy and refreshed once she did finally rouse. Lavinia used Carmilla to check her heartbeat and make sure it was steady, and then, without really thinking about it, gently patted her on the head.

The blood mage would have been happy to simply wait by Gwen’s side until she recovered, but alas, it was not to be. No sooner had she gotten started with the healing than she heard a start, and stood up to see Holly standing on the dragon’s head and hogging the spotlight.

What?! The cameras started flashing. Everyone was focused on Holly, on her fancy acrobatics and big brave declarations. But that couldn’t be right. Holly hadn’t killed the dragon, that had been Lavinia!

She stood up, flapping her arms and yelling. ”You dolts! I’m over here! I’m the one who took it down!”

None of the reporters seemed to hear her. They were too enthralled with the striking image of an armored figure standing tall astride a fallen monster’s head, regardless of the fact that said head was still full of Lavinia’s own bloody spears. No one was going to pay attention to some loud, bedraggled mage complaining from the sidelines, especially not when- let’s face it -her heavily berobed appearance made for a far less attractive figure than Holly’s tight-fitting armor.

So the blood mage shouted, and waved, and no one from the press so much as looked at her. After a minute she simply gave up and slumped down beside Gwen, her head in her hands.

”You saw it… right Gwen? You saw me kill it. D-didn’t even need the help of those stupid bigshots. Stupid stupid stupid.” It would have been so easy to just murder all those asshole photographers on the spot, but she couldn’t afford to risk anything like that with a Wizard Saint nearby. All she could do was sulk, and cry a little, and complain to someone who couldn’t even hear her.


I already know exactly what I'd like to do:


Lavinia
”HA! HA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAH!”

Taking full advantage of the two S-Class mages’ efforts, Lavinia set about her murderous business. Blood poured from the dragon’s neck and shot off towards its mouth, forming long red spears that thrust themselves past Grasidia and up through the monster’s soft palate. Somehow even its brain was tough, but that didn’t matter if Lavinia just kept stabbing it faster than it could regenerate. Once she had enough of her spikes in, she started using them as injectors, flooding the cranium with fluid and putting an end to any last vestiges of conscious thought.

Even then, she did not stop. With her hands swaying like some kind of manic puppeteer, she kept on plunging her thorns into the dragon’s head, carrying on well after it had gone completely limp. It was only once the beast started dissolving into glowing dust that she finally stopped stabbing it and paused in her cackling long enough to take an actual breath.

I did iiiiit! Pumping her arms up and down, she did a little happy dance across the half-destroyed roof she’d been perched on, before suddenly remembering how an evil empress was supposed to act and freezing in her tracks. After a moment, she drew herself up to her full height, staring down at the battlefield and trying to come up with a clever one-liner.

”With this, the uppity lizard is finally… dra-GONE!”

No, wait, that was terrible! And it wasn’t like anyone was listening anyway. For the first time in a while, Lavinia decided to dispense with pointless theatrics and focus on something actually important, namely finding out if everyone was still alive.

A minute later, the rest of Fenixtear would see a dark silhouette looming out of the smoke and wreckage, growing larger and more menacing as it approached.

”That monster was the last thing standing in my way… And now you’ve helped me finish it off. With this, there is nobody left who can stop me.” A low, drawn-out chuckle punctuated the chilling statement. ”What fortune that I should find you all here, battered, beaten, broken… A perfect opportunity for me to tie up some inconvenient loose ends.”

And then Lavinia stepped out into the open and rushed towards them, her sopping wet robes flapping around her like ungainly fins. ”Ufufufufu, did you see me finish it off? I was so cool and scary, right?!” She threw out an arm, pointing dramatically at Grasidia. "Even you managed to be useful, you uncourteous trash! For this, I absolve you of your past transgressions… Be thankful for this gracious mercy, I shall not grant it again!"

Without even waiting for an answer, she swept past the plant mage, making her way towards the unconscious Gwen. ”Give her here, you wrinkly bag of bones! A weakling like you should just bow down and make way for a superior mage.” She had plenty of enrgy left for healing spells, after all. And once Gwen was back on her feet, that would be all the loose ends done with, and they could all go back home and Lavinia could change clothes and curl up with a book and a blanket and possibly also Ria...

Yes, she was only helping now for her own sake. Those so-called comrades of hers had better not start thinking she was trying to be nice or anything.
I’m interested!

My preference would be Berserker, but I can fill any slot if need be. Or even just play a Master or something if it comes to that.
Lavinia

While the other members of the guild were fighting for their lives and probably being scarred forever by the traumatic experience, Lavinia was… Hanging back. Waiting for the right moment.

It wasn’t that she was a coward, exactly. She’d prefer to call it ‘recognizing the realities of the situation.’ They could pile up as much damage as they wanted on the dragon, but unless they managed to land a decisive strike and kill it for good, the monster would just regenerate from everything. Her blood thorns could slow that process down, but with its healing accelerating with every passing second there was only so much she could do.

There was no other option. Forget about the constantly-healing body, they had to take out its brain… somehow.

Problem was, Lavinia had already hit the skull with her Impaler-Helsing combination, and it hadn’t worked. The damn thing was just too durable. She had one spell that might be powerful enough to punch through, but that would require her getting close, and would probably nearly kill her if she used it. And even if she didn’t want her guildmates to die, she wasn’t ready to throw her own life away for their sake.

So it was time to get creative.

Opening her grimoire, she summoned up another huge blood-spike beside her, feeding it fluid and growing it to a massive size. At the same time, she kept her eyes on the fight, waiting for an opening. With her ears already protected, the dragon’s screeching didn’t both her too much, though unfortunately the blood covering meant that she couldn’t hear Marduk too well either. ”Shut it, old man! You think I take orders from you?”

Then Zenith decided to go full-throttle, and Lavinia quickly shielded her eyes as she saw him gathering magical energy into a sphere. There! This is my chance!

She wasted no time in seizing it. As soon as the flash had gone off, she peeked out, concentrating on the dragon’s head once more. The blood scattered everywhere by Zenith’s attack converged all at once, forming a sharp crimson spear aimed right at the epicenter of where the blast had gone off.

Move… more… Holly sliced open its neck, and blood poured from the wound, flying towards the head and combining with the giant thorn. Raindrops splashed into the blood and merged with it, increasing the weapon’s density and power. Clenching her fist hard enough to draw blood of her own, Lavinia let off a Helsing spell, plunging the weapon as deep as it would go into the already weakened skull.

…It still wouldn’t be enough. Even with her taking advantage of Zenith’s attack, even with Holly and Astoria providing indirect assistance, this was still fundamentally the same trick she’d used before. Dense blood spears being massively accelerated at point-blank range could do a lot of damage, but they wouldn’t quite reach the brain. If she’d been able to shoot into its mouth, maybe, but with the dragon’s head having been just slammed into the ground a moment before its jaws were most likely closed.

However.

She had another spear. The one she’d been building up beside her. At the same moment she drove one blood-thorn into the dragon’s skull, she flipped the other to aim its blunt end at her target, and let it fly.

Push on a nail with your hand, and likely as not it won’t go in. But hit a nail hard enough with a hammer, and you’ll drive it clean through. One spike was her nail, and the other her hammer.

EAT! THIS!!!

Not even a second after the first spear plunged in, the second one rammed it from behind, smashing it straight through the damaged skull and towards the dragon’s vulnerable brain.



If that didn’t reach it, it was unlikely that anything Lavinia could do ever would. But Zenith and the others were still nearby. If they struck the ‘nail’ with their own attacks, they could drive deeper still. And if they had to shove her weapon all the way into the very center of its brain just to finally fucking kill this thing, then Lavinia had no doubt they’d go the distance.
Lavinia

As the dragon unleashed destruction all around, Lavinia kept herself well out of harm’s way, dashing across rooftops and leaping deftly from one to the next. Unlike some of her more intrepid companions, she was perfectly happy to fight from a safe distance and let others handle the less-than-enjoyable task of withstanding the furious assault of a giant rampaging dragon.

This turned out to be to her benefit, since all those tail sweeps and that wave of fire were all targeted at the mages on the ground, thus sparing Lavinia from the worst of carnage. A quick Bram served to protect her from the stray flames and shockwaves, and those irritating roars she swiftly dealt with by filling her ears with blood. The fluid acted as a cushion, protecting her eardrums from the noise without completely shutting out her sense of hearing. See that, Grasidia? I can take care of myself! Hmph!

That said… Her problems weren't over yet. Somehow her pathetic and morally uptight guildmates (whom she totally didn't care for and wasn't worried about at all) had managed to survive that barrage of attacks, but now the stupid lizard was powering up and healing itself. Healing itself! The absolute nerve of the thing, thinking it could just undo the damage Lavinia had so gracefully inflicted upon it! Such impunity called for immediate and disproportionate retaliation, to be carried with the favorite tool of any good villain:

Gratuitous fucking violence!!

That last attack she'd made? That had only been the setup. Now it was time for her to put her plan into motion, and murder this thing harder than Grasidia's social skills murdered any attempt at polite conversation. “IMPALER!” she shouted, clenching her fist. And the dragon's body erupted all at once.

She'd scattered blood all over it with her opening salvo, and the wounds inflicted on its eye and wing by herself and Holly had made it bleed. Now, all of that blood spread across its body simultaneously began to extend horribly sharp spikes in every direction. Across the dragon's side, crimson thorns shot outward, pushing at its scales and spikes and prying them apart. Its bloodied wing was torn apart even as it regenerated, any further healing stymied by massive blood clots that now looked like a horde of giant crimson sea urchin. Its eye socket, and for that matter the entire side of its face that had been stained by the bleeding from that wound, would be likewise engulfed by a mass of seething murderous stabbery, tearing apart its newly healed eye as soon as it was formed and quite possibly driving into its mouth and gums as well.

All in all, a solid return on her investment... But wait! There was more!

"HELSING!!!"

All those bloody spikes embedded in the dragon's head simultaneously accelerated to terrifying speeds, driving themselves into its skull from point-blank range. Even if they didn't quite penetrate to its brain, the sheer force of their sudden change in velocity would whip the dragon's head to one side, quite possibly snapping its neck or at the very least leaving it concussed and momentarily vulnerable to further assault.

How'd you like THAT, you filthy animal?! Lavinia grinned maliciously, enjoying the sight of its suffering. Even if her move just now likely wouldn't finish it off, she'd made a very clear point: she wasn't going to let it heal from any attack that made it bleed. With any luck, her guildmates would get the message, and paint the damn thing red from head to toe...
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