"Shit. It's like it's not even fun anymore."

With a flick of her blade, Zero slashes the wet blood off her sword, leaving the formerly red-slick weapon shiny with its usually metallic luster.

She glances up and looks at you with her single, pink, uncovered eye, the other covered by the white lily that was there.

She blinks a bit, and shrugs at you.

"Oh, who am I kidding. Of course it's still fuckin' fun. Just a little."

She glances around, eye flickering between the numerous soldiers that surround you in the city square.

Zero looks unamused as she glances around, her apathetic face still pasted on as she eyes down her future victims.

"Well, what do you say we do a little cleanup, huh?"

She looks down at her bloodied dress, blood soaked into the skin on her exposed chest and dress. She rolls her eyes, and gets in a fighting stance.

"I already got blood on my outfit. Might as well go all out now, yeah?"

As if on cue, she flashes forward, slashing through the first soldier, a spray of red shooting up, like a crimson fountain. The blood splatters against her cheek, her gaze moving towards her next target with no thought in her mind besides that of moving forward.