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She stands at her tallest, unfazed with a challenging smirk to her ageless countenance. The Valentine Countess doesn’t flinch at the weapon’s reveal or its wielder’s readiness to attack, however the smirk does falter in place of a grim realization. Her Beloved strapped to her back senses the malfestation as does her blood, tingling in response of the cursed presence. But Soul Edge is not the weapon of choice when one of it’s most recent wielders stands before her. She is more than familiar with the Nightmare to know that there is only one sword for cleaving through bodies and drinking the souls suited for that butcher. The rapier surely lacks in intimidation when compared to that, yet there was no telling this soul was free of the evil’s corruption and therefore it’s strength. Regardless of her rising concern for it’s whereabouts now, caution would be taken with any malfested drawing a weapon to her.

             ❛ Lost your mask and the sword, Dumas? A pity you still seem to serve that cursed thing. ❜ Ivy draws her own blade in a quick lash, a display of is transforming power in a single swing from her backside to rest in sword form, at her side, ready. ❛ If that’s the case, I’ll just have to do away with you myself. ❜

Oh, how he hated that yet another soul had mistaken him for the very thing that had used his body as a vessel for the last 17 years. Used his limbs, his voice, his knowledge, and had utterly taken everything from him in the process. Red eyes focus on her, his blade never wavering once. Something in him felt threatened by her and he isn’t sure what. He hadn’t memory to draw from so he ran on instinct alone. Leather gloved and armored hand tightens around the grip of Flambert, the only real link he had aside from Amy to his past. Sharpened canine teeth bare at her like a threatened predator. He still had so much to learn, to search for, he could not fall here to this woman and whatever it was about her that had set him on edge so.