And they call themselves MIGHTY?!

[ambiancedreams]

*She sat in the rocking chair, as if she were an old woman, and rocked back and forth. Arrogant smile crossing her face, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back then allowed her muscles to contract within her abs, which aided the rocking chair in moving forward, as she sighed and shook her head. There was an orb above head to record her story, to linger for others to witness and get slight amusment out of later*

His name....well his name is Cersi, that's a joke in itself. That name is ridiculous. I crossed him in a random Inn the other morning, he calls himself a war advisor, and MIGHTY. I call him weak and a poor leader. It's like the blind, leading the blind, it doesn't fit. Perhaps, I serve as a threat, because I have him all figured out. I know his method of operation, strategies, fighting styles, that's right! When it comes to him, i'm omniscient.

He thinks his scoffing and putrid appearance is supposed to make me piss my pants? Ha! He should try that with one of his weak guildmates. You see, Cersi, belongs to SEVEN. A guild that I once belonged to. As I said once and i'll say again. I was the best thing they had to offer. When you put a weakling like him, in a position that I once filled, he doesn't compare.

Me, the little "captain" in UEoR, I challenged him to a match to settle his problems. Like the weakling that he is, he denied my challenge. He outranks me by far, yet he denied? He calls himself mighty, in any event, or match he makes sure to mention is War Advisor position, but then quivers with fear, at a captains challenge?

In this war, I want his head. I want his blood for a snack, and his limbs i'll use to make my fashionably wonderful accessories. His skin will be a new handbag. *She got a little smirk across those crimson tiers and shook her head slowly* Death seems to be the most fitting punishment for him existing. His existence isn't a threat, it's a disgrace. I would like to see the punishment carried out,and I plan to do it myself, should no one else get to him.

And with that being said, that one representative of SEVEN I have crossed as of late has been him. He is weak, and when the leaders of a guild or organization are weak, then the members are as well. And they call themselves MIGHTY?! Ha! I think not.

[Gracia Rodello]

Having watched Nassa, she shrugged her shoulders.

"I have a feeling you have issues with SEVEN as well.."

And so skirting around her she took a seat before her, crossing slender legs beneath the volumes of her skirt. Hands patted the item down prettily as she pursed her lips.

"I'm having a hard time figuring out how we're going to fight those that are so beneath us. Its as if we are taking on a pack of children."

A smile had curved her lips sweetly, as she tilted her head to one side, the slender profile looking somewhat pensive.

"Have you already sharpened your weapons?"

[ambiancedreams]

The creaking of that antique rocking chair halted and her brow rose lightly as those chartreuse hues floated to her comandress, who approached her lair. Locking upon her as a coy smirk crossed those tiers. "Did you even need to ask?" I had long since had a gut feeling that we would go to war with such worthless opponents, and thus I have prepared each of my weapons, and also I have began training with my hand to hand combat". Pausing for a moment as she looked over to the Axe she sought out to purchase, pointing to it. "Though I don't need weapons to destroy any of them limb for limb, I even purchased a pretty little toy".

A sigh escaped LaNassa as she shook her head replaying Gracia's words in her mind for just a moment, looking over her shoulder to the Axe once more before looking back to Gracia."I hate SEVEN with a passion, one that burns so much that I won't sleep until we have defeated them. And no..." She paused for a moment again before thinking carefully about what Gracia stated, clearing her raspy throat. "Even children, who are considered a little weaker, are stronger than these mentally defective idiots. I must admit though,I do pity them, if I was as ill prepared and mentally frazzled as they, I would hide. I think they know, full well, that we are going to slaughter them".

Eyes still locked upon her, her brow rose lightly and she crossed her arms over her chest. The creaking of the rocking chair would pick back up once more before she looked away, and looked out of the window to her side. There the shadows hungrily waited, until they were summoned at the time of war. "What about you? Have you prepared your things, to annihilate these worthless jackasses?"

[Gracia Rodello]

Watching, calm, cool and collected she grabbed a nearby chair, taking a seat upon it. Skirt fluttered around her feet as she leaned back, shoulders rigid full lips firmly compressed. Each movement was almost choreographed, every entertainer was calculated like this. Even when fighting, she listened, the slender shell of her earlobe lifted to the air as a laugh pushed from her lungs just then.

“Toys…recently I’ve had a funny feeling about that word.”

And so the exhilation once more as she watched Nassa’s controlled features show the flash of anger.

“Its obvious why you hate them. I’m glad that you’ll be able to fight. I’d like to see as much blood spill from them as possible.” Hand rising to press slender fingertips to her chest “I’m always prepared for war, I seek for the full release. I’m done with the games we’ve been playing. I think everyone within the Empire is done with these games”

[ambiancedreams]

Still the creaking of the rocking chair could be heard as she continued her movements. The flowing motion of the rocking chair is how her war thoughts had been churning in her head. She looked to Gracia and shook her head slowly. "I believe there is a time and a place for everything. When all has seemed to come against us, there came the rising of this war. I never thought anyone within the lands of theUnholy were about games, ever. However, one think that remains true is that SEVEN will be a visual aid and witness of what we are capable of. We are strong and have proved it time and time again,but now, the blood you lust for. It shall be, and it will be greater than even the darkest of us upon the unholy lands, could ever imagine. It is, indeed, unfathomable. It will be a lesson to anyone who is not of the unholy lands, to never underestimate us". Her eyes turned read and her voice turned to that of a demonic hiss as she continued to look to Gracia and she spoke slowly, her final statement before she awaited her reaction. "I'm ready to KILL!"

[Gracia Rodello]

Head thrown back in laughter as she heard that final proclamation. Those words that Nassa had screamed just then resounded through the four walls, and traveled through to whatever other nefarious creatures were hiding and listening.

[ambiancedreams]

She was known as a creature to roam, so the creatures that might have heard her proclamation could listen, but should they oppose her it could get viscious. The lass was getting eager, and it was obvious in all her gestures, the way she walked, talking, the look in her eye. Even when she came around the air was different. It wasn't her normal calm, cool. collected state. She was anxious for battle it was almost as if that is what she lived off of, and all these feelings seemed to spark almost instantly since dealing with a few of their enemies. Clinching her fists together she let out a low growl before her eyes shot to Glacia as she laughed. "Waiting for the moment to do what I long to do is sickening, I can hardly stand it! It's tearing away from me. How can you be so calm"?