[ Beatrice is not someone who spends a lot of time fighting her own battles. Not directly, anyway. She prefers to have her Furniture do that, her summoned minions.
Unfortunately, she's severely lacking in them here, except for the snappily dressed butler-goats, and she thinks of them as next to useless when it comes to actual fighting--strong, excellent brute force, but not good for this sort of thing. No, she misses her Stakes for this sort of thing.
All the same, she's caught up in it and dressed in a frilly, fancy gown she darts forward. She's only in appearance a year or two older than Venus. In one hand, she holds a delicate pipe while the other weaves a spell, throwing up a shield of golden light that caroms the oncoming hook away from the boy and from herself.
This is a duel of Magi and that she is more comfortable with. ]
You call that magic? It's pitiful! KIHIHIHIHIHI!
[ She directs that to the bloodied zealot and laughs, her smile stretching wider and wider and wider. ]
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Unfortunately, she's severely lacking in them here, except for the snappily dressed butler-goats, and she thinks of them as next to useless when it comes to actual fighting--strong, excellent brute force, but not good for this sort of thing. No, she misses her Stakes for this sort of thing.
All the same, she's caught up in it and dressed in a frilly, fancy gown she darts forward. She's only in appearance a year or two older than Venus. In one hand, she holds a delicate pipe while the other weaves a spell, throwing up a shield of golden light that caroms the oncoming hook away from the boy and from herself.
This is a duel of Magi and that she is more comfortable with. ]
You call that magic? It's pitiful! KIHIHIHIHIHI!
[ She directs that to the bloodied zealot and laughs, her smile stretching wider and wider and wider. ]