Positively wonderful. Just what Blythe needed in the early hours of the morning, a random assassin-wannabe after her companions who apparently happened to not be 100% human either. At some point in time, she should probably work on turning her karma around, as her karmic scales seemed dangerously set on punishing herā¦Or rather on punishing the ones around her, whose punishment in turn ended up inconveniencing the poor Brigadier General.
With a dark grimace draped across her face and a slight twitch in her brow, a now considerably irritated Blythe dug wearily through the folds of her bag. There were places to be, things to do, and people to kill, all of which would require her two companions to be alive and for the most part intact. Now, with Mr. Mystery-Assassin threatening both Darnaās and Isaacās safety, he was thus threatening to jeopardize the entire mission and that Blythe would not allow to continue. She had a reputation to uphold after all.
Brushing against the hilt of her desired dagger, a small piece of almost pure strontium worked into a blade accompanied by an intricately crafted ivory base, Blythe quickly retracted the weapon from her bag, wincing ever so slightly as it grazed her inner arm. Sheād never much been one for weapons, simply as they turned on their masterās with a flick of the wrist, and part of her realized her inexperience with the tool probably showed. The other part of her, that being the decidedly more psychotic side of her, was more preoccupied with theories on what would occur if a corrosive substance was to make contact with inhuman flesh. Her current, most favored theory was that it could perhaps create a small explosive effect if the flesh was made of the same synthetic organic molecules she suspected.
Only one sure way to find out though~! With a somewhat unnerving expression on her face, that being of absolute glee in the midst of a battle field, the girl fetched yet another item from her expansive bag, this time a small vile of Hydrofluoric Acid. It seemed to her it would be best to approach the situation as though he was primarily human first, before attacking as though the man was a being of inorganic matter, if only for the fact human-damaging substances were a butt-load cheaper to produce then the universal solvent she carried in her bag.
A flick of her wrist and the contents of her small vile dripped off the edges of her gleaming blade, mixing with the etched designs that decorated the length of the blade ever so slowly. As the liquid spread, it became progressively more clear that the designs were in fact transmutation circles, and with the addition of a few drops of a certain crimson liquid and the touch of Blytheās hand, the alchemical process began. Sparks of scarlet danced around the blade as the liquid that had once covered itās expanse seeped into the metal itself, which had only remained unreacted by the coating surrounding the strontium blade. Now, in her hand rested a blade capable of not only liquefying bone, muscle matter, and destroying flesh(though the process would take a few hours), but also of causing extreme irritation to the eyes, flesh, and respiratory system as well! Hopefully the man had some similarity to humans in his composition, otherwise Blythe probably just made a blade capable of crippling her in a momentā¦
Up to the point of activating her transmutation circles, Blythe had been fairly sure that the assassin man remained unaware, or more accurately uninterested in her existence, both with sparks of brilliant light shooting from her blade and the fact she was standing only a few meters behind his actual targets, she wasnāt entirely all that sure anymore. Oh well, hopefully heād just write it off as an oddity ofhumanity women and go on trying to kill her companions as she tried to find an opening in his defense. Which, honestly, she was hard pressed to find as of the moment, even with Isaac keeping him preoccupied. This was exactly why she hated battleās in which she couldnāt just release an area of effect attack to completely annihilate her opponents, to much risk, not enough fun. Plus, sheād forgotten her pistol back in central and without a gun, the Brigadier General was forced to rely on outdated weaponry not fit for even a child.
With a dark grimace draped across her face and a slight twitch in her brow, a now considerably irritated Blythe dug wearily through the folds of her bag. There were places to be, things to do, and people to kill, all of which would require her two companions to be alive and for the most part intact. Now, with Mr. Mystery-Assassin threatening both Darnaās and Isaacās safety, he was thus threatening to jeopardize the entire mission and that Blythe would not allow to continue. She had a reputation to uphold after all.
Brushing against the hilt of her desired dagger, a small piece of almost pure strontium worked into a blade accompanied by an intricately crafted ivory base, Blythe quickly retracted the weapon from her bag, wincing ever so slightly as it grazed her inner arm. Sheād never much been one for weapons, simply as they turned on their masterās with a flick of the wrist, and part of her realized her inexperience with the tool probably showed. The other part of her, that being the decidedly more psychotic side of her, was more preoccupied with theories on what would occur if a corrosive substance was to make contact with inhuman flesh. Her current, most favored theory was that it could perhaps create a small explosive effect if the flesh was made of the same synthetic organic molecules she suspected.
Only one sure way to find out though~! With a somewhat unnerving expression on her face, that being of absolute glee in the midst of a battle field, the girl fetched yet another item from her expansive bag, this time a small vile of Hydrofluoric Acid. It seemed to her it would be best to approach the situation as though he was primarily human first, before attacking as though the man was a being of inorganic matter, if only for the fact human-damaging substances were a butt-load cheaper to produce then the universal solvent she carried in her bag.
A flick of her wrist and the contents of her small vile dripped off the edges of her gleaming blade, mixing with the etched designs that decorated the length of the blade ever so slowly. As the liquid spread, it became progressively more clear that the designs were in fact transmutation circles, and with the addition of a few drops of a certain crimson liquid and the touch of Blytheās hand, the alchemical process began. Sparks of scarlet danced around the blade as the liquid that had once covered itās expanse seeped into the metal itself, which had only remained unreacted by the coating surrounding the strontium blade. Now, in her hand rested a blade capable of not only liquefying bone, muscle matter, and destroying flesh(though the process would take a few hours), but also of causing extreme irritation to the eyes, flesh, and respiratory system as well! Hopefully the man had some similarity to humans in his composition, otherwise Blythe probably just made a blade capable of crippling her in a momentā¦
Up to the point of activating her transmutation circles, Blythe had been fairly sure that the assassin man remained unaware, or more accurately uninterested in her existence, both with sparks of brilliant light shooting from her blade and the fact she was standing only a few meters behind his actual targets, she wasnāt entirely all that sure anymore. Oh well, hopefully heād just write it off as an oddity of