[u][i]Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ[/i][/u]

“So you [i]can[/i] show emotion!” Daichi Jokes, “Haha.” Desdemona rolls her eyes. Maneuvering the weight between his hands, “Hey, what class are you?” the nocturne asks. “I’m a necromancer-” interrupted by the swiftly approaching ball that Daichi kicked. There was a loud sound made upon impact with Desdemona’s hands, “[i]Not bad. Not bad.[/i]” she judges Daichi’s strength. Increasing her magical power, Desdemona’s right hand begins to glow dark colors. Throwing the ball slightly up, she strikes using the palm of her hand. A shockwave appeared on the area where the ball was hit.

The sphere travels rapidly at her target, "What’s yours?” Desdemona asks in return.