[u]"Hey, I-Oh, for f[i]u[/i]ck's sake."[/u] [i]As Jason suddenly propelled himself towards the Vileblood, Irina immediately jolted underneath his flying fist, while she then drew something from her longcoat's pocket. It was not her Darksaber; she didn't want to kill Jason in the first place, but instead a piece of paper, blue electricity coursing within its scorched fabric.[/i] [i]As she passed Jason, Irina then turned back to face him once more, as she crumpled the remains of the paper over her Rakuyo's twin blades. The steel suddenly began to course with pure electricity, blue bolts jumping off of the sharpened blades rapidly. Irina only began circling, although it was clear that she took no joy in this.[/i] [u]"I don't understand. Every time I try to start over, every time I try to fix things...[/u] [u]It all just goes to hell. There's always some bastard who thinks he or she's a goddamn hero if they kill me."[/u] [i]A sickening glint of madness flickered within Irina's cold, icy eyes, as if a burning hatred had sparked up within her. There was nothing that she hated more than people targeting others over and over, even if the target was trying to undo their wrongdoings. It made her sick, even.[/i]