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Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

Munch. Munch. Munch. Viola would be seen, settled at the booth of the bar counter, munching on her regular and most favourable food. Donuts. She had been scanning a worn out piece of paper, continuously, tempted to solo the job on her own. If I go, I'll probably won't be able to defeat all of them... she thought to herself, red optics tightened into a light frown. This would be easier if Katherine, or any of her team-mates were around, but at the moment they all seemed occupied with their own worries and jobs. Viola lifted the job sheet up with her other hand, still wondering how she might get to slip past the notice of Kyll. There was a rule with higher ranked jobs after all, and at the moment, Viola was not there. A growl of irritation loomed from her parted lips, hands reaching up to mess up her hair in slight frustration, "Is there anyone!?" her voice came out in a roar, startling some Guild members who were seated a few feet away.

Abruptly she stopped, sensing a magical and unknown scent lingering from behind her. It wasn't dragon, nor' was it human. And the magical power that loomed from this unknown person was at least a level above her own. Hesitantly, Viola turned over, instantly catching sight of the person. He looked human, and he seemed quite composed sitting silently by himself. His hair was ebony-black, skin pale and red eyes as similar as her own. She squinted over at him for a moment, studying his features and his scent through the lengthy distance that separated them both. "Who are you looking at?" a voice suddenly questioned aside from her, shoulders tensing as a short but loud gasp escaped from her mouth. It was Melody. The fox eyeing her with a suspicious look. "D-Don't just pop up out of no where like that!" Viola barked, ignoring her friends question as she discharged from her seat with the job sheet held tightly in her hand. She lifted it up, quickly skimming over it once more as Melody pounced onto her shoulder. A lump formed in her throat, and she nervously swallowed it before approaching this person.

"Uh, hello there." she said, tone awkward and obviously timid as she spoke. Beads of sweat had began to form onto the sides of her forehead, acute and toothy smile twitched along her lips. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before..." Viola peered away for a moment, turning back over to him with a more curious and dull expression.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

To be honest, she felt as though she was shrinking as this man urged himself off of his seat and stood up. He wasn't standing that far away from her, causing her to peer up with a timid and stiff smile. Too tall, too tall... This guy, is he a giant!? she wondered, staring at him like he was a lion and she was just the sheep. She wanted to drag a chair over to herself and stand on it, hoping not to crane her head up any further just to look at him. "Huh?" Viola would blink at what he just said, unfazed by his tone of voice. Did he just say Ace of this Guild? Her face would pale instantly, foot sliding back in turmoil. If he's one of the Ace's of this Guild... Then that must mean he's strong if Zeno picked him! Her hands would rest by the sides of her head as she pulled at her hair, mentally screaming. Usually the Ace's of the Guild were well known, but for some reason this guy hadn't been known. It was as if he was consumed by the shadows, silently hiding in the darkness.

Viola halted the movements of her hands once she heard him speak again, grip loosening around her ivory locks, red optics curiously gawking at him from a now useful distance. "Deniel." she said to herself for a moment, a more soft and bold smile twitching onto the corner of her lips as she straightened her posture, "Viola. Viola Purefoy, it's nice to meet you!" her toothy features showed as she beamed brightly, eyes shut for a moment before she then glanced over at Melody who was settled on her shoulder. The fox was coldly glaring at nothing, per usual, causing Viola to scoff softly in response before placing her hand onto her friend's head. "And this here is Melody. She can be a bit of a grump most of the time, but she's really kind." Viola would remark with a blissful tone.

Discharing her hand back by her side, she recalled why she had approached this guy in this first place and held up the job sheet that was in her other hand. "Actually, I didn't come over here to ask if you were new," she stated rather boldly, holding out the job sheet for him to take and look at himself, "I found this just recently, but, it's way above my level to go on my own. My team is occupied with their own jobs at the moment, so I couldn't possibly go with just Melody... And uh..." she paused, timidly scratching the bridge of her nose, "Would you like to accompany me?"

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

So, Viola lead the way. No, more like the four of them had to hitch a ride by carriage for the walk was to long to the station, and then to Clover Town. The lacrima had kicked in without delay, and surprisingly for the very first time in her life. She was hunched over, seated down on a small wooden ledge, hands embracing her stomach and cheeks puffed out. Her face was even tinted a slightly green colour. "...So, that sword talks?" Melody asked, seated beside her friend with a bored and dull look in her chocolate brown pools. She was trying to make conversation, for it didn't seem very enjoyable listening to the ivory-haired girl gag and groan the whole ride to the station. It was a bit odd how dragons had no motion sickness and dragon slayers did, but now, the dragon was faced with the horror of what these dragon slayers had been through. She wanted to reach into her chest and pull out this lacrima, but it was far to late now. For the magical ability was already flowing throughout her veins and entire system. Viola swallowed the lump in her throat for a moment, trying to contain herself and hopefully make conversation too.

"Yeah... T-That sword talks...?" she looked up hesitantly, hands still clung to her stomach. Beads of sweat had developed onto her face from this ill feeling of rocking back and forth, eyes tightened into a light frown as she peered over at him. He seemed like a hushed sort of person. Sitting alone, a scent that was most definitely not human. She was still befuddled by his scent, it burned at her nose, and made her shoulders tense, just like Alyia's. Although, the girls had human mixture to it, which made him different. It frustrated her. Viola was usually aware of every scent around her, and what it was. But, this was something she had never considered could exist before. When she thought about how other dragons looked at her, or sorted out her scent, she considered her species of dragon on the chart, unknown. Viola was after all the first type of her species to exist.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

At first, both Melody and Viola thought Deniel was crazy. He was shouting at the sword, even screaming at it to speak. But, how could it? It was just a piece of metal, there was no possible way that thing could speak. Oh, but, they were mistaken. The voice echoed out to all of them like it was speaking to them in their minds, Melody was not as taken aback as Viola was, a shiver running down her back, her eyes widening in bewilderment. She wanted to open her mouth and say something, but could find no words. Plus, before she knew it, both the sword and Deniel were tossing back bickering words and flooding the entire carriage with boisterous chatter. A smile twitched onto her face, watching the two holler at each other; reminded of herself and Melody. The four of them may of had different personalities, but they sure seemed to resemble each-other in some odd way.

"...Likewise," it was hard to speak with this terrible feeling, she was afraid if she spoke to much something other than words with slip out, "You two seem... pretty close.." a short and weak laughter loomed from her mouth, peering up at them both as Melody watched with slight curiosity. Like usual, the only expression that was on her face was either a dull one, or a deep and irritated frown. "Tch, you two have better insults than Viola could ever come up with," the fox joked, clearly trying to irritate her friend like usual, which worked of course. An anger symbol comically appeared by the side of her forehead as she turned over weakily to the small canine. "...What did you just say? You little brown blob..." Viola towered over her while Melody only looked away with a bored expression painted on her canine features, "You... You.. You-!" a loud groan escape her mouth as she brought her hands up to her mouth, cheeks puffed out and face green. Without a delay she was back to hunching over and feeling the terrible wrath of motion sickness. "Pathetic." Melody insulted from her side, eyes closed and lips pulled back into a straight line. "S-Shut up..."

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

The motion sickness had passed eventually, but she still felt slightly ill and faint while walking toward the train station. Melody was settled on her shoulder, per usual, boredly examining the citizens around her while Viola was gawking at Deniel who was acting quite childish. She knew she would be doing the same thing if it wasn't for this ill feeling, damn lacrima. She thought, irked for a brief moment. Abruptly the doors opened, and the raven-haired man had dashed so quickly into the train head first that a cloud of dust had kicked out behind him. People shoved by the dragon, leaving her behind a swarm of loud and chattering people before she also stepped onto the train, sweat-dropping in the process. Quickly, she would weave through people toward Deniel, discharging onto the cushioned seat just across from him, also having a view of the window. She had never really rode a train that much, maybe just a few times while she was still in Saber-tooth or while she had spent only a few days in Fairy Tail. But, that was awhile ago. "Is this your first time or something?" she asked, the train hadn't moved yet, but it was about to depart any second.

Finally, a conversation, a ride without motion sickness. Wrong. As the train shifted, so did her stomach, and that oh so familiar sickness in her stomach piled up once again, hands reaching up to her mouth and face going green again. Some people glanced over, wondering if she was alright, but Melody who was now seated beside her seemed to give off a vibe to not worry about her right now. "I-I hate this... lacrima..!" she managed to croak out, knelt over and clutching her stomach. Sometimes she wished she had never received this lacrima, although, it did make things much more interesting in the use of magic and her true form.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

This was agony. Never before had she experienced this. And was now wondering if her mentor did this for pure grins, rather than to change her wholly into a different person. Viola did feel changed though, like there were two different parts of her now erased into one girl. But, Viola also felt the presence of something much more corrupt masked deep within. Right now, she felt different, her hair wasn't this colour, it was black, darker than the man in-front of her if that was achievable. Along with her optics, originally being sky blue while now tainted an intimidating crimson red. Sin had changed her. Had opened up half of her dragon side. And it was only just the beginning. Or so Katherine had mentioned. Even Melody, she could feel something much more higher impending their way. "Huh?" her head arised to peer at Deniel faintly, lightly frowning in bafflement. She hadn't understood what he meant, and her pools lowered to see the handle of his sword, Nidhogg, lowered to be directed at her stomach. Promptly, she understood his intentions with the end of the sword, and looked up at him with extended eyes. Her hands lifted up, hoping to gesture this 'kind' act to a halt, but, it was too late. A sharp whack to the stomach, and her world went blurry, head lowering back to land onto the cushioned seat. Her face was no longer a sickly green, but was painted with a content expression.

"She's going to maul you when she wakes up." Melody joked, hoping to scare Deniel. Despite him being a level higher in both magic and height, she was still a dragon. Though, the little fox knew with a dull expression and cautious chocolate brown pools, that her peacefully sleeping friend would also thank him for letting her go through this ride without suffering. A sweat drop comically appeared by the side of her head as Viola began to drool, grinning rather childishly to reveal the acute toothy smile she embodied. Honestly, I can't believe you're actually a dragon... Melody rattled her head, softly smiling for a brief moment. She had crept onto her lap, deciding to watch the passing scenery. Trees. Fields. Mountains. Nothing interesting. It was all the same thing, the same thing they saw everyday while even pursuing to jobs on foot rather than train ride. But, before she knew it, Clover Town was in the distance, slowly nearing them little by little. Melody turned over to her friend, smacking her with her tail to rouse her from her sleep, but, she didn't budge. "...I think you hit her too hard." Melody remarked, even urging up to smack her face with her meager paws.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

Daylight lurked past her eyelids, head shifting and body gingerly turning on the stable wooden bench. It was warm, wherever she suddenly was, compared to the chilled train and nauseating flow. She did not feel afflicted, and inquired if it was just a delusion. Her closed eyes stiffened for a brief moment before fluttering open, filling the once bare space with the tone of an Autumn Rouge. Vivid and alluring, much like the advent on a Spring morning, fresh and redolent from the aftermath of rain. "Uhhhh... What the hell...?" her slender and pale hands had heightened up and toward her face, palms kneading against her drained optics in an bid to rouse from this mysterious sleep. Oh, yeah, how did she even drift off into sleep in the first place? Her hands sinked back into her lap, attention traversed over to the tall figure that towered over to her right, Melody located on her left. Everything came back to her quite rapidly, and one eye twitched in a sudden flare of rage as an anger symbol comically popped up aside her forehead. She reached back to clamp onto the handle of Akemi, the action of blowing Deniel precisely on the center of his head searing through her mind. Though, she halted midway, the hard wooden cloaked sword inches away from the raven-haired man's head as she was now fixed on both feet on the bench. Her stomach was sore, she could feel the tender flesh pulsing from where he had recently buffeted her. But despite the painful action, it was a mer act of kindness on his part, and she was pleased that she had attained this fact before she did something she'd regret later on.

"...Thanks," she mentioned, timidly peering away from the raven-haired man as she stepped off of the bench. Viola took a moment to span out her figure, stretching and doing to best to relive the tension in her body, but mostly her stomach. Damn, it... She was not so thrilled. In spite of being to one who chose this job, at the last moment she had recalled having a very traumatic experience in this town. Specifically at the Guild Master Hall. But, that could be overwritten today, and that was her main target. "Well... Let's go!" a grin jerked onto the corners of her lips, acute teeth coming into view before she twisted on her heel and urged off of the cobblestone ground. Her figure effortlessly launched up into the air, landing on the roof of a home as she did her best to catch her balance. It was easier to see the Guild Master Hall from higher up as of now, it was the grandest structure in Clover Town after all. Viola didn't wait up, but let her meager fox friend scramble onto her shoulder with a heavy pant and barely audible growl. Assuming Deniel would pursue closely behind, she took off again from roof to roof, alarming the citizens who were currently home.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

Her combat boots screeched against the roof of somebody's home, entire frame halting to a stop to bore up at the sky. The once alluring blue, and warmth of sunlight was consumed by growling clouds, dark and looming with the presence of magic. Deniel... ; Viola lowered her gaze to behind her. The raven-haired man was not close, but, she knew he was taking his time to the Guild Master's Hall. Despite him behind too far for an average human to hear, she, was not human. "Viola!" Melody abruptly hollered, her head snapped over toward her friend. Down below, to the far left of the main cobblestone path leading to the Guild Master's Hall was a very very large group of people. Their identities were all hidden by half masks, revealing only their mouths and nothing more. Five of them stood out the most, settled in the front, with wicked grins and more alluring clothing. She could feel the creep of magic looming from them the most, just as potent as Deniel's. "...We need to warn the citizens, they might try and distract the Guards of this place by injuring people." there was a sign of worry in the meager fox's voice, red optics submerging to the attention of her to see that she was trembling. Melody never grew this bothered, but it only meant this situation, was very overwhelming. And very real. It was not like the other jobs of fixing things, or defeating beasts of woods. Her teeth clenched together, feet urging against the roof-top again to take off. It seemed the Masked Guild was taking their time as-well, which meant she could get their much much more quickly than them. Or not. It seemed the universe was not entirely on her side today, and she tripped just as she was about to take off, loosing her level and descending down onto the pathway. She landed face first infront of them, startling the men for a moment as she resolved their twitching before hesitantly leaning up with a now bloodied nose. They looked at her, with jaws dropped, while she stared back with an irked expression. "...What, you have a problem? Why are there so many of you anyway? Is there a party going on that I wasn't invited too?" she finally spat out, one of them grinned and stepped forward, her attention scanning over to his leg as her own snapped out to boot him in the back of the knee. He fell flat on his back with a groan, startling his comrades who never believed their superior could suddenly get thrashed like that.

"So, you're that Masked Guild that everybody cannot stop talking about? Nice outfits by the way, but they won't be so pretty once I'm finished with you all." Viola rised to her feet, wiping the blood from her nose and causing it to smudge across her face, heeding like she had been in an intense brawl. A shadow crossed her face, dark and cool, crimson eyes becoming more reptile as she minded the man standing back up himself. "You... brat, who are you?" he question, openly enraged. "Hm, who am I, you ask?" her hand reached back to flick back a strand of hair, revealing her neck which was stained with the Eclipse Soul marking, the men in the group that remarked this tensed up.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

A cry, manifested with the vocals of an outraged human man and then, something that was... demonic. It sent chills down her spine, flesh becoming brisk and developing goosebumps. Her eyes were enlarged, reptile slits drawn back into what arosed to be crimson spooked optics. She had felt this presence earlier before, a mighty scent that was unusual to her but generated her dragon like senses to perk up. As if something was warning her, despite the young dragon not truly feeling vulnerable herself. Suddenly the ground broke out before her, sleek cobblestone tiles cracking and flying out from the impact of the figure that had came into this event. What the hell? ; That was all her mind could process, watching as the demonic figure clutched onto the man she had previously caused to fall flat on his back early, now heaving him into the building that they had most likely hijacked before. Maybe even still were. Viola just gawked at the inhuman being, pondering on where it had come from and why it unexpectedly joined in on this brawl with her. And then. It hit her. When she was brought back to the storm, now murkier and violent than ever before, she was brought back to the brief image of Deniel. So that's why his scent was so weird? ; The dragon hadn't budged while gaping at him like some awestruck child. It was horror show for most of the Masked Guild, observing their comrades with trembling knees and jittery cries. But, some were riled up immensely and took their chance to lash out on the distracted ivory haired girl. Viola's optics scanned suddenly back over to the masked men, too emotionally impaired to study her movements before brawling. The one closest to her lifted his scimitar up to smash it back down on her and possibly end her life. As if! ; Swiftly, as the man was raising his bulky sword, she swung herself back effortlessly into a backflip, buffeting him underneath the chin with the bridge of her foot and sending him onto the ground. His hand had released the sword, allowing her to embrace it with her left hand as she fixedly docked back onto the ground. Fourteen more left... ; Her wrist would snap out, letting the sword slip from her hand and drift into another man closest to her, tearing the flesh and shattering the skull as it collided directly into his head. Blood was everywhere. On the walls, on the ground. Corpses were layed out like discharged seeds. And the sight repulsed her. Her nose scrunched up, and she was just urging herself not to vomit from the reeking pulse of blood that burned through her nostrils. Making the inside of her dragon side berserk. And not the good one.

A bundle of the group of fourteen charged her way from all corners, a brief sigh of stress looming from her lips as they would part, head lowered. What a nuisance... Might as well hold them off for a few moments... ; Taking in a breath of air, with most of her frame lowered forward, dark ebony coated scales painted the lid of her eyes like eyeshadow, and dusted her cheekbones like blush. Though most of her body wasn't visible, the darkened scales were also merging with her flesh underneath all of her clothing. As the men were nearly inches away from her, her head heightened back up, mouth opening to let a very boisterous and very powerful roar loom from her mouth. It was like the shock wave of a bomb, sending many of the men flying back, and pieces from the fractured ground to tag along with them. The roar was like the sharp cry of an angered young girl and a grand dragon, incredibly frightening those who were not nearby to see the bloody brawl. Viola was positive in herself as the roar eventually broke out through the air to leave nothing but silence and the faint cries and echoes of a brawling Deniel a few feet away from her. Everybody was on the ground unconscious, some hit their heads the wrong way and were now laying their lifeless and displaced forever. "Earth come forth," a voice suddenly called, her attention clicked back over to the voice that had vocaled only a few feet aside from her. It was one of the men at the front of the group before, blowing his staff into the ground as the earth shifted suddenly, surprising Viola as she lost her balance. W-What?! ; It felt like somebody had thrown a boulder at her, sharp and painful as her body flew back and hit the wall, a harsh pressure holding her there and crushing the cage around her lungs slowly. Her hands attained down, remarking that it was a large piece of fractured building that had most likely broken off from her roar before. Her clawed hands tried to embrace it and push it off, but it kept slipping from her hold anytime she urged hard enough. As one of her ribs cracked, a agonizing cry came out from her throat, tears welling up in the corners of her crimson optics which were tightened and now peering over at the man before her.

"I'll give you the pleasure of dying slowly and painfully, brat." the man spoke, tone cold yet there was a playful amusement that was noted, "Or maybe I should just let you break instantly?" he laughed briefly, causing Viola to frown. Tears of pain slipped past her cheeks as she growled at him deeply, still gripping the chunck of building that was being manipulated by his way. "Y-You... Bastard!" she hollered out, another cry escaping her mouth as another piece of the cage snapped, blood was now pooling in her mouth and creeping past the corners of her lips. "Hmm... Hold on, do I know you from somewhere?" he questioned, leaning forward, "Subject 16?" her entire figure tensed, eyes extending in fear. Not that name... That's not my name anymore! ; She thought, body now trembling from the shock of pain and of the words that had just rolled off his tongue. Sure, her skin was rough and rigid from the scales she truly wore, but, not even a quarter of her dragon side was generated yet. "I was startled to see Yamori half eaten, who knew you were such a monster." Viola lost herself, glaring up at the man as though she wanted to devour him whole, to wipe his existence off the face of the earth like wiping away dust. "SHUT UP!" her voice came out in a hoarse scream, acute teeth gritted together.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

"How... How did you know, Yamori?" Viola interrogated, her hands were still clawing against the broad piece of building, facial features stiffened and acute teeth gritted together. It was daunting that this masked 'stranger' knew who she was, despite the Aogiri's secluded building being cloaked by the lengthy trees of a forest. Viola simulated that once she had escaped from that place, and massacred Yamori with her own dragon jaws, that Aogiri was no more. But, now, she was deliberating other-wise. "Hm, let's just say, I offered him something in exchange for money." her figure strained at his sentence, engrossed on past memories that had haunted her ever since, and most possibly still would. She wanted to open in her mouth and say something, breath out the name of the man who had deceived her years ago. But, before she could say anything, the familiar voice of Deniel hollered out, screaming through her ears and causing her to shiver slightly. His sword, Nidhogg, which was much more grander than before, was urged lightly along the neck of the 'stranger' as he stood behind him. "Heh. Guess this is my cue to leave... for now. See you later, Vi~o~la~!" his graceful movements caused him to pull away from the demonic looking Deniel, using the piece of building (that was still urged against Viola) to rocket up onto the rooftop of somebody's home and then dash off.

I have... To go after him.. ; She thought weakly, her body casually drifting forward as the fractured piece of building shifted away from her lastly. Her frame discharged toward the ground, buffeting front first into the deathly cold cobblestone ground with a loud smack. But, she was determined and pushed away the screaming pain in her ribs to hesitantly lean up and hopefully stand. This was humiliating on her part. She was a dragon, yet she was too afraid to even reveal her true form while Deniel spoke otherwise. How is he not afraid? ; Her figure was sweaty and tainted in the blood of the men she had lashed out on. Frown creased across her face as she continuously attempted to push herself up, over and over again. Viola wanted to show herself, to fill the empty marble with more magic that would consume her fully. But, every past memory was holding her back. Humans were afraid of dragons, of demons, of things they were not. The girl was beginning to get disheartened once more, and clenched her scaly hands against the dirtied ground with a barely audible growl.

Rather than somebody who hurts others, become the one who gets hurt.

-Viola

A wheeze of startle-ment and discomfort liberated from her parted lips as Deniel vigorously lifted her upper body up by her lengthy ivory locks. So firmly she could feel parts of her hair riving and her ribs shifting un-naturally against tissue that shouldn't of been disturbed. Her hands, instead of spanning up to urge the raven-haired man away, embraced the side of her stomach. His voice was boisterous, diverting her from the pain in her body as she peered up at half stunned and half agitated. He was right. Everything he said, despite his tone and his bothered action. Was all right. Gravity rebounded to her as his hand discharged from her hair, causing her to land on back in the position she previously was in with a loud thud. Viola somewhat groaned in torment once her frame collided with the solid ground again, forearms holding her head up to only face the picture of cobblestone tiles; tainted with blood and decaying with age. She overheard him return to battle, but, did not motion to struggle with pushing herself up again. Instead, she settled there on the ground, half leant up with the pain of her broken cage torturing her nerves.

"The problem is that you are too human. All the years of you trapped in a human body for so long ; that you have forgotten to be a Dragon. Dragons are fierce powerful creatures with great amount of wisdom due to their old age. While I forgive the fact you are very young for a dragon, it does not excuse your maturity or not being in tune to your senses." Katherine's words pierced through her thoughts from past tense in Sin, "Does it sound rough? It's because it is necessary! For one does not truly appreciate the good things they had in life until it is taken from them." everybody was right. Deniel. Her mentor, even her closest friend despite her not vocalizing often at all, at times, they were all right. Abruptly, steam began to discharge from the wound on her side, muscles binding together and bones fusing into their proper places with a crack. Hesitantly, she erected onto both of her feet, cloaked in the combat boots that could be seen essentially everyday with her ; on feet or not. There was a gloom across her face, giving her reptile crimson orbs an intimidating and rather daunting look. Since the men she had previously fought had been knocked out cold, or handed to Death, she was left with brawling alongside Deniel and the group that was fixated on him.

They seemed as though they would gang up on him any minute, like an enraged wolf pack with no vote to clash back. And, Viola was right. One of the masked-men ; timid and fearful, impended toward Deniel with his spear in hand, giving no hesitation to the dragon as she rocketed forward. She used the masked-man's face to propel her up, causing her weight and tough heel to his face to only naturally knock him to the ground unconscious. Half up in the air, another masked-man was approached Deniel, but she made it to him before he could even contact the demonic man. Promptly, she unsheathed Akemi from the wooden pouch, using the handle of the sword to belt it precisely into the masked-man's face ; a loud crunch to be hear. Blood discharged from his face as he stumbled back, dropping his spear and embracing his face with a light cry. This guy is crying over a broken nose? ; A sigh brushed from her vocals, frame no longer tense, but boiling so heatedly her skin could be considered ablazed from fire. Though this wouldn't last long, for it was only the mere side affect of curing. Especially since now three quarters of her dragon side were roused through her system. Viola peered over at Deniel, feeling content on disheartening the men with fear from her entrance, since they had been so confident earlier on piling on her Guild Mate. Now they were converted to moving their legs to fast that not even the two of them would be able to hook attention to.

"I really hate saying this for the second time, but... thank you. For not treating me like a child." there was embarrassment to her voice as she spoke to Deniel, back facing him for she stood in front. Her head turned away, eyes enclosing for a brief moment before reopening to glare intensely at the men who flinched at just the connection of her gaze. "...Let's kick some ass." and then, she impended into battle.