[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Vitoria held the onyx gaze for some time before her eyes drifted downward to the cargo Gratia carried with her. She casually lowered her blade so that it softly caressed Bianca’s pale skin. [color=#f76a84] “Her cries while we were torturing her,”[/color] Vitoria said beginning a story in the middle, as if Gratia could hear her thoughts. She seemed to turn the blade on Bianca’s fair skin but immediately lifted it, giving Gratia a playful gaze her face was strange now. She wasn’t like Gratia had met her. There was a desperation, her makeup was starting to run, and her eyes were tired and confused. [color=#f76a84] “They were [i]intoxicating[/i].”[/color] She said with a grin so wide it threatened to rip the corners of her mouth. Her eyes quickly darted back up to Gratia. [color=#f76a84] “I don’t think we need you, you bitch.”[/color]

With those words, Vitoria’s attack began – though slightly weaker than what she had meant for, she thrusted her blade downwards, aiming for Gratia’s arm or Bianca’s throat, thinking she would inevitably hit one of them. She also seemed to reach out to grab Gratia’s wrist with her left hand, perhaps to pull Bianca away or any other reason.

[h2][color=fff79a][s]V[/s][/color][s][color=66CD00]G[/color][color=FADA5E]N[/color][/s][color=7fffd4]B[/color] – Shit Hits the Fan[/h2]

The Faunus leapt over Demetrius’ sweeping leg and as he brought it back in towards she lashed out with her blade. Demetrius pulled his gaze from her eye line in order to deflect the blade ever so slightly with his knife. Though as she activated the electricity charge in the weapon he felt his hand tense uncomfortably around his knife as it was conducted by the weapon. He successfully retreated back to where Napoli had stood, afterwards picking up his second dagger that Napoli had deflected earlier. 

Demetrius exercised his hand, tightening it and shaking it slightly until it felt useful enough to use, once more he took Beryl’s gaze. 

He walked towards her while brandishing his knives, speaking in a slow methodical tone. [color=#6acaf7] “Why are you here, [i]girl[/i]?”[/color] He said, his voice lashing out. Regardless of her answer he would attempt to quickly stab her mid-section the knife in his right hand once he reached her, extending his arm and turning his body to the right in order to limit her counter attack options.