"Shut it!" [i]Marcia yelled shrilly at Zachary, the grin still present on her face as a lust for violence could be seen within her golden eyes. She raised up her left hand, and slowly crushed her palm as she was slightly raised into the air. Marcia was hovering above the barren ground, and she held the golden claymore at her right side. She took a position within the air as if she was about to throw herself at Zachary in a rather violent fashion.[/i] (Take Flight = 50 MP) (1250 - 50 = 1200 MP Remaining)