Tharja had liquidated the enemy force by herself, all in an attempt to earn Robin's trust, yet each time she she tries hard she feels the distancing of her beloved tactician more and more distant...she does her best and continues head on as she is an avid dark mage and one that despite her angst and devious attitude, would take pride upon, an Allie soldier informed her that more forces would arrive yet her reply is always the same...

"I don't care who our enemy is. They'll all be cursed the same." Tharja held her dark tome in her righg hand as she walked with that seductress step a leg after the other and a small sway from her waist, having a cold glare focused forward. "Any who would hurt Robin will burn..." Multiple sigils appeared as she prepared, a messenger ran towards Tharja, as the messenger stood, Tharja simply muttered to the messenger.

"I am very wicked... If I were you, I'd avoid me completely." Tharja narrowed her eye, as she side glanced expecting the report or the message.