Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190527010508

"I see...I suppose I cannot fault you for everything that's happened. And don't call me that, you know I hate that name. Despite the pretense of my cushy life however, I squabble with my equals over petty things, I constantly worry about the long times my husband is away. It...is not the life I imagined I'd receive after being locked away for so long. And, if truth be told, I sometimes hear the whispers of my old self. The vampire sometimes stares at me in the mirror...well, not really but you get what I mean, and I sometimes find myself staring back her whilst I dream. Her voice rings out and I find that we speak the same words, I'd like to have thought I'd left her behind back on that mountain...But I can't help but wonder..." She explains looking grim as if she were bearing a side of herself she'd been so unproud of.

Ophelia readies herself and draws her blunt sword as do I. We stare at each other, not as father and daughter, but as warriors, equals. A swirling black mist engulfs our swords, turning them into Cursed Swords. "Focus on your mana and DE levels, you need to keep them balanced for however long you can. The first part is to always be aware of how much energy your working with, run out of mana and you'll find that your body will get sluggish and tired. Run out of DE and say good bye to your abilities, you'll be running short of breath and unable to regenerate it at a normal rate." I explain to her. She nods while taking all of the information and rushes at me going for a strike.