Ivy didn't care. She was not on the side of good and righteousness, though she cared little for the side of evil, even though the latter was what she'd been born from. She was a blight, a stain, a cursed child borne from a dark power that spread its wicked influence across the land. Ivy sought that power out, though not for her own personal gain; often, people had a hard time believing that. It wasn't hard to see why as Ivy cared little for explaining herself to others, or letting them get close enough to know her. She didn't need friends or allies, all she needed was for people to get out of her way so she could accomplish her goal. More often than not, they needed to be moved, so Ivy moved them herself, and thought no more of them as they lay rumbled up on the ground, at times lying in a pool of their own blood.

With such an attitude, it was only natural that she'd come into conflict with one who carried the title of "hero".

Ivy saw that same drive in the blue eyes of the green-clad warrior who stared her down, sword and shield at the ready. Though he was young, his eyes were those of a man, a battle-tested warrior. At least that meant that he would give her some semblance of a challenge.

Ivy walked with a sexy sway on her hips, one leg after the other as her cleavage slightly shaked, with an attire of naval yet regal appearance,It is a golden, low cut snakeskin suit revealing her navel. In this outfit, Ivy wears a golden choker in the shape of a snake. It also has various cuffs and bands of white fur,with matching white gloves and short boots.

"Let's get this over with.~" Ivy cracked her sword whip against the floor and took a battle stance.