"I want it on the record! That the only reason I'm losing right now! Is because! I'm too busy! Trying! To keep my sides from splitting! Ahahahahahaha!"

It's true if you turn your head just right! That's legally distinct from a lie! She really has been giggling herself almost to death since the real identity of this creep was made clear. Oh, sorry. It's not about knowing [i]who[/i] she is (because honestly, who cares?), but [i]what[/i] she is that's so funny. Anyway the important thing is that it's really, really funny ok?

And that is why this whole fight is going backwards at the moment. She can keep herself from rolling on the floor. She can keep her perfect, pretty skirts and beautiful hair from getting snipped by these gross, double ick attacks, but she can't do those things and also outfight someone getting power ups from a monster. At least not without doing things that would compromise her status as an idol, you see.

"I mean why wouldn't I talk about your dumb spear? Look at it, girlie! It's like mud! Honestly, worse than mud! It doesn't go with [i]anything[/i] you're wearing, not even the stuff that already doesn't go with the stuff you've got on! Like, I promised you a makeover but there are [i]limits[/i], piglet!"

She just barely manages to duck under the answering swing, but this one was so heavy that Elizabeth has time to wheel her body around and smack her tail into this half-Berserker's face. There's no power differential in the world that could keep her from flying a clear fifteen feet after that. She grins. She preens. She does that little hair toss that makes the fans go wild. Can't you hear them screaming for her?

"I can't, I can't, I just can't with you! You stink so much like that Other Empress I got myself all spun up for the sequel, but what are you actually? You're so pathetic and girl-next-door-with-depression it makes me want to choke on my own tongue laughing. What were you, her secretary? You [i]couldn't[/i] be her concubine, not with anti-drip like that. She'd have had you [i]pretty[/i] if you were hers. Oh god, you're a stan aren't you? That lance is something she touched once and you just never washed it, isn't it? Is that why it feels so ridiculously cursed? Ahahahaha that's so [i]pathetic~[/i]"

Once more, Elizabeth Bathory takes a deep breath to fill her lungs with the power of a dragon. No preamble this time, no show. It's a shame but there's no time to write lyrics about how much this woman sucks, and cyphers aren't really her thing to begin with. A good idol's song should always be about how special and pretty and cute (and pretty!) she, Elly, is. And how much people should want to love her. Besides, why would she waste all that effort on an Empress of Roses stan when a single power note will do?

The shockwave sends the Lancer, stinkiest of all possible classes, flying backwards into a wall. With her magical energy glittering all around her like the very pinkest of fireworks Liz rushes forward, leaps, and begins to twirl like an ice skater (or a drill, if you're very terrible and uncouth) as she hurtles toward her opponent. She knows just what to strike. And she also knows that when it comes to it, this woman will move her lance out of the way from such a dangerous attack and just take it full on in the ribs rather than risk her most precious possession.

Because she knows the score. It's a little bit attachment, but it's mostly the arrogance and raw stupidity that comes with the kind of power you only pick up later in life. You know, the kind that makes you drunk on it. Like if somebody swallowed an artifact of ultimate power and authority and just digested all of its energy instead of learning to wield it properly. If someone tried something like that, they'd be history's biggest dummy.

"One for all, and all! For! Me~!"

The explosive power of her strike (and the real, actual explosions [i]of[/i] her strike) would be lethal to even most Servants. In this case, what she manages is to carve away most of those gross vines, and to send that ridiculous laurel crown tumbling. Not to mention causing her opponent to flop face first onto the floor with a deliciously pathetic little moan.

And this would be the time to finish her off. She's got enough space to launch into a musical number of such beauty that it would make the sun itself explode in shame. But Elizabeth does not do that. She plants her foot and calls for a spotlight (which shines down obligingly at the right angle to shine her shiny hair so perfectly that nobody could look at her and not fall in love), but she doesn't use that cue for stabbing [i]or[/i] for singing. Instead she just hides her mouth behind her hand and unleashes a noblewoman's delighted laugh. 

"You know what your problem is? You tried to cut to the front of the line and now you don't know how to hack it in the big girl's club. You don't belong and you [i]know[/i] it. So why not let me do whatever I want with you? I'll make you sparkle, you unbelievable idiot. If you've got your eye on someone special you'll take their heart with a single sigh once I'm through. Nothing so much as breathes near me without being pretty enough. Or if you really are an Empress and not just some sad punchline at the end of my [i]real[/i] rival's legacy, why don't you... Prove. It?"

Her smile is darker than the endless night. Her eyes are sharper and more radiant than cut gemstones. Her tail is a thousand times cuter and more desirable than any fox's who has yet walked the earth.

This is [i]not[/i] mercy. Or empathy or any other of those stupid soft heart words. This isn't a quiet hand down to somebody in a bad spot because she Gets It and has Been There Before. No. She just said it isn't, so you'd better believe her. This is the proper ruthlessness someone should expect from a good ruler. 

"If you've got any pride in you at all, stand up and show me. I'll say whatever the hell I want about your sweaty little lance if you don't. Or I'll just eat you and take all your borrowed power for myself! I bet I can put to waaaaaaay better use than you! Ooh, maybe even concerts... on the surface!!!"

Again, don't get mixed up. It's just, if that monster energy is what's crushing her so flat then pushing her to show her pride would definitionally push that power back out. Right? It's brilliant, right? And then she really [i]will[/i] get to eat it. Isn't that just perfect? Isn't it exactly the sort of brilliant plan you expect from Elizabeth Bathory? It is, isn't it? Right? Right????