[i]A faint, disturbing chuckle. The sound of approaching footsteps. And finally, the Vileblood herself.[/i] [i]Clad in her regular clothing consisting of a black longcoat, white shirt, leather boots and gauntlets, Irina slowly drew her Rakuyo with a sickening glee within her light eyes, a sadistic grin upon her face.[/i] [u]"Fighting, are we? Which one of you can handle pain the most, I wonder.."[/u]