»♔ *in flight? __@rosary.
This brute was simply looking for a fight now, huh? Well, Rosary’s pride wouldn’t allow her to turn down a challenge. If only she knew what he was planning though. His stance suggested that he could charge at her any moment - yet he remained unarmed. Still, there had been a streak of silver just now… Finally, Rosary’s gaze was drawn towards his left hand and to her surprise, it seemed to be artificial. Perhaps he had some weapon hidden the—
…what beautiful hair…
— what? How could she… ? No matter how pretty his hair reflected thes sunlight, this was clearly not the right place to have such absurd thoughts! “…eh?”, Rosary asked perplexed and finally averted her gaze, barely following the words he had just spat towards her. “Varia? I don’t even know what you’re - whatever.” This really wasn’t a time to get distracted - or intimidated for that matter.
“Tch, if you want to lose that badly, I’ll do you the favour”, Rosary retorted and in one swift movement she had placed Formular between her legs and pushed herself off the ground, quickly gaining altitude to -hopefully- escape the man’s reach. It was a risky move, seeing as she had only just lost control of the item a few minutes before, but she had a plan. Holding on to the broom as tightly as she could with her right, she slipped her left hand into her pocket and retrieved Fortune from her card pile. If there was one thing Rosary could count on in situations like this, it was her luck; she might as well turn it into strength now.
“Blind seer, mute soothsayer… All of fate lies in thy cards”, she murmured and a bright magic circle bathed the witch in its soothing light. Riding Formular now wouldn’t prove to be a problem anymore - as for the problem down there on the ground, a Banshee’s Cry certainly should do the trick and at least temporarily weaken his power - whatever weapon he intended to use. Chanting the card’s incantation, Rosary merely pointed her hand in his direction and immediately a second magic circle appeared, floating in the air above him. Banshee’s Cry wouldn’t last long, but it was all worth it - if only for the stupid expression this chuff would display upon realizing its effect.
“Ready?”, Rosary asked playfully and with a mere snap of her fingers, the remaining fire balls promptly increased in size. “I’m sure you’ll have fun running down there. I’ll stay up here and watch, alright?”
What Squalo had said about her crossing a member of the Varia had taken her by surprise, clearly -- and it left her confused for a moment or so. It stood to good reason, though. The silverette had not taken the time to actually take a good look at the woman before him, being that he was so angry and "couldn't be bothered" with it. But, now that he actually did take a moment to do so, it was obvious from her attire alone that she didn't come from anywhere near headquarters. Hell, he was fairly certain she hadn't come from anywhere on the entire European continent.
So when the situation escalated, the witch was more likely than not unaware of the situation she was putting herself in. Nor was she aware of the other person in the situation -- and what his mentioned affiliations actually meant. But that hardly mattered now, seeing as how the situation had escalated too far to actually stop anything from happening. That was probably on part of Squalo's arrogance more than anything .. and his pride, that wouldn't allow him to walk away from the situation even if he tried to. (And he had, keep in mind.)
Within the next few moments, Rosary was back up in the air -- and she was staying up this time, from the looks of it. A scowl reaches the older male's features easily, and as he clenched his metallic fist, something extended from it. His sword, the one attached to his hand; the one that he'd obtained by sacrificing his original hand in a three-day long duel with the previous Sword Emperor, Tyr. It was true that this sword (and the hand that it was attached to) allowed him more flexibility, because of its ability to a full, 360-degree rotation. It allowed him to better mimic the styles that he came across and protect himself from any cowardly attacks to his backside --
But what good would all that do him, really, when the real enemy was up above, where he could hardly reach? "Going up there now? What the hell are you, some kind of coward --!?" He started, but stopped when he looked up and saw the circle floating above him. As if on cue, the mafioso felt his body becoming that much heavier. It became almost difficult to keep his sword-hand raised; the fact that it was made of metal (even if it was a lightweight one) had become more obvious. What the hell was she doing to him, with all these strange incantations .. and those cards of hers, did she have an endless supply of them? If that was the case, this would prove to be more difficult than he originally thought -- especially with what she'd just done to him, and the fact that the fireballs surrounding them multiplied. He'd have to get her down here somehow ..
He readies himself despite the weakness in his body, not letting it show through on his features. Though, she probably knew the effect that it had on him, being that shewasthe one that had used the 'card' on him. "Keh. What're you waiting for, then!? Fire the damn things away -- though,you'll be joining me down here soon enough!"
He had a plan. Or, at least, an inkling of one. He had one shot, more likely than not, so it'd have to be precise -- and it'd have to work.










