"Ahaha!"

Lappland laughs, wiping blood off her sword carelessly. She stands in a cobblestone square, surrounded by the bodies of slain Reunion soldiers. Her pale blue eyes gleam with excitement, and she grins wider. The wind blows her silver hair around, making it even messier. Lappland's face is splattered with blood, none of it her own.

"Bene, isn't this fun?"