[i]“Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me.”[/i]

The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches.

[color=ed1c24]“Tsk. Don’t beg, it’s annoying. At least take this like a man.”[/color]

Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in.

[color=ed1c24]“You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?”[/color]

Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she’d even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she’d get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn’t talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart.

[i]“Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-.”[/i] The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice’s fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn’t have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she’d wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she’d have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.