[i]After the newcomer had spoken up for the second time, the head of the Vileblood slowly rose up and aimed itself towards the body of the figure within the room, her light blue eyes staring eerily towards his face and weaponry. Her thin mouth contorted into a slight smirk, as she began to rise up from the wooden chair that she was within, like a wooden puppet being pulled by invisible strings. Both of her feet planted themselves firmly upon the shining marble floor, while both of her thin, gloved hands waved aimlessly at her side. The right hand slowly trailed over to the decorated brass sheath of her sword, while to fingers that belonged to her left suddenly found themselves grasping the wooden grip of her flintlock pistol, the same one that had just blown the clone Irina's head off only moments ago..[/i]