[ Green eyes narrowing into slits, Alice easily loses her composure upon seeing Sion wounded. Without hesitation or further arguing, her sword is withdrawn from it's sheathe, Alice losing her temper completely. She wouldn't need assistance of any kind, rather, maybe restraint, possibly. She is small in stature, but her strength is surprising. Her rage is icy, silent as she suddenly strides up, unaware of the mana drawn from her anger surging through the sword as she cleaves it down, effortlessly, without word, the edge of it streaking a bright blue much like her vorpal blade.
But she wouldn't stop there and would momentarily forget Aisha there beside her, easily flying into a fit of absolute rage, striking furiously at the Ocypete, determined to return the favor, the pain it dared inflicted on her party member. Even if it would fall or cease moving, that wouldn't mean Alice would stop; the objective for her was to utterly dismember an opponent that would upset her that much. And she would, cleaving her curved sword back and forth like a cleaver.]
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But she wouldn't stop there and would momentarily forget Aisha there beside her, easily flying into a fit of absolute rage, striking furiously at the Ocypete, determined to return the favor, the pain it dared inflicted on her party member. Even if it would fall or cease moving, that wouldn't mean Alice would stop; the objective for her was to utterly dismember an opponent that would upset her that much. And she would, cleaving her curved sword back and forth like a cleaver.]