Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160528164845/@comment-29458028-20160529122728

Amarie didn't bother to defend and just sheathed her sword, before she threw it into the air, as the lord came in for a stab. And then the lord stabbed clean through her. Except there was no blood at all. Amarie reached up ang grabbed her veil, throwing it away, to reveal a faceless mannequin, with pink veins etched into it, a blond wig on it.

"Amarie's" maid caught the sword and drew it, before she focused and pink petals exploded out of the chest of the mannequin, to blast through the lord who had impaled the mannequin. The petals then all moved to regroup around the maid, who pulled off her own veil.

The maid was ... Amarie. She moved into a sword stance, with a smile.