Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170423011718/@comment-30014014-20170424193821

Unable to glare at the Order insignia any longer, Audré slams her grimoire shut, a stoic but clearly angry expression harmonised on her face "You know there are only two occurences in which us monsters kill with the great Metamorphisis. Either by forced combat in which there is no alternative and seeing a beloved in dying grasps. I almost fell in the secondary state. Forsaking my arms, my grimoire in which I cast spells, I charged in like a possessed demon and rendered their armors, their weapons in nothing but scraps...

...then I started beating the life out of them, their Heroes the last to suffer this vicious attack from my hands. I know killing them would only prove them right, but after seeing what they did to Sebastien, I didn't care...until he called me out..."