[She watches Vincent as their prey falls victim to his blade, her own heart racing despite the unearthly serenity she gains from her flower. Taking a few steps back, Marianna makes some effort to gracefully be unobtrusive, but of course, there is the inevitable straggler or two that dodge Vincent and target her, trying to grab her.
Several splashes into the dark waters below them occur in succession. For her, it's like tossing rag dolls into the trash. Their weight barely registers. There's another corpse, reaching for her neck.
It finds itself at the mercy of her palm and in a split second, a crackling sound of a skull being crushed barely pierces the night.
This causes some of the creatures to hesitate, but they're more than likely to be ended by Vincent soon.]
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Several splashes into the dark waters below them occur in succession. For her, it's like tossing rag dolls into the trash. Their weight barely registers. There's another corpse, reaching for her neck.
It finds itself at the mercy of her palm and in a split second, a crackling sound of a skull being crushed barely pierces the night.
This causes some of the creatures to hesitate, but they're more than likely to be ended by Vincent soon.]