This is nothing like the last battle for Vincent, and she knows it. This is against an Asgardian, one of Thor's blood. She knows full well that this is one of the worst possible battle scenarios for her.
She's trapped in a sealed room with brute force, with a mind too savage once it gets going for any charms or enchantments to mean anything.
Her mind is aflame with frustration again as well. She was called back, after over a decade of disregard and being disavowed. She'd stood with them, and for that, her entire life had fallen apart. All because of that damned choice. She hadn't wanted to make it. She hadn't wanted to hurt anyone.
Until now.
She strides briskly across the arena, multiples of her spilling out with each step as she tries to get lost in the crowd, even as her voice comes out from each one of them.
"For the Empress." The words are hissed.
She wastes no time with preliminary jousts or testing, she goes immediately for the throat, her staff crackling to life with a blast of raw concussive force issuing forth.
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