[i][u]Fury[/u][/i] [u][i]Dojo, 9:30 PM Titanslayer Olivia, Daughter of Dragonslayer Ornstein and Blue Flame Nora[/i][/u] [i]The cold, howling winds of Tatakai rushed within the Dojo, the freezing temperatures dropping even more as clouds covered the moonlit sky, hiding away the gleaming crescent moon and the stars of the cosmos far, far away. Snow began to fall from the heavens slowly, the white particles hitting the frozen ground at the end of their travels. It was close to winter, to those that resides within Dojoville and the Dojo itself, and snow had already begun to fall. The coming sign of a blizzard, to some.. But to one girl, it didn't matter. Barely anything mattered to her at this point. She was broken. Alone. With barely anything to stand by or stand for, with nothing holding her rage back. In short, she was beyond pissed. That girl was Olivia. [/i] [i]The knightess trudged into the Dojo, slamming past the wooden gates as they creaked from how hard she has pushed them. Olivia was clad in her favorite suit of shining armor, the only one she legitimately cared for: the Dragonslayer Armor, a type of armor that her father once wore into his battles. The golden metal gleamed brightly in the darkness, bright red rubies decorating the breast plate of the armor and shining just as much as the gold, while hardlight shields covered the majority of the armor itself. The helmet was a masterpiece itself: a growling lion helm, the teeth bared in a hunger for apparent violence while also serving as a visor for Olivia, as two electric yellow eyes full of embarrassment and fury could be seen within the helmet's interior. A bright red plume protruded rom the back and completed the helmet, as a type of decoration that caught the eye of those nearby. Olivia's physique seemed rather fitting for her knightly status, it seemed. She herself stood at six foot six, which was shorter than her father and brother Nathaniel but still somewhat impressive. She wasn't fat nor skinny, yet a little bit of both, as she did have some muscle mass from training and weightlifting. She wasn't burly or truly muscular, but was still physically strong. [/i] [i]The knightess didn't bear any weapons other than her personal favorite: a seven foot nine inch long cross spear, the gold and steel metals gleaming, while the tip was covered in a thick dark liquid, possibly blood or something of the sort. In fact, Olivia was quite bloody herself: her left knee had a deep gash within it, and a massive gash went from the right side of her waist all the way up to her right shoulder. She didn't even care for the blood that found its way out of her body: she was just too angry in general to do so. [/i] [i]Out of some random outburst of absolute anger, the knightess suddenly tore off her own helmet, throwing the metal to the barren concrete ground and screaming a yell that sounded as if her very vocal cords were being ripped to shreds by it as the helmet bounced and scrapped across the ground. Olivia went silent after a moment, finding a place to just sit down and rest. An iron bench, within the Dojo. It was...well, suitable. The knightess plumped down upon the bench, holding her head in her gauntlet's palms as she fell silent. Her dark red hair fell to her shoulders, while her slightly tanned skin illuminated the cold night. She was furious at the world. Furious at losing battles against her dad's old friend. Furious at the fact that she was treated better than her own allies. Furious that she had been manipulated by some Chosen Undead, to... No. She couldn't think about that. Not here. Not now. No one could know about what had happened last week, and that was that. Olivia continued to stay on the bench, finally leaning against its metal structure and looking up at the clouded sky with electric yellow eyes, a look of sadness on her young face. Did she need help? Someone to talk to? Hell if she knew. In her mind...she just needed some time alone.[/i] ((Open. I think. So this is basically Olivia at her worst, Lmao. Thanks, Wehb! Also, don't even tell me how many errors there are, I was in a hurry, plus I really don't give a shit.))