Rosalie had a manic smile of pure enjoyment upon her face, to see these people dead. Their tattered flesh scoured from their bones, their fresh crimson blood splattered across the walls, it was all a beautiful scene of death and destruction, the most beauteous of paintings in the eyes of Rosalie. She herself was covered in rich red vitae and gore from the brutal killings, her weapon was in a similar state of being soaked with blood. Looking around she saw that all the other vampires had been dispatched, all apart from one, and he was sat upon the floor, rather dumbfounded. Needless to say, he was rather devastated that a group of three could overpower and destroy a group of ten or so fairly powerful vampires. He was going to suffer, badly.<br/><br/>Setting her gaze upon the man, Rosalie tilted her head, planning where to administer her blade first. She pondered such things for a rather short while, before settling her mind. Lashing out with her blade, she cut a deep diagonal wound across the vampire's chest, causing even more blood to seep out from the wound. By now, he was in tears, the stress of seeing his friends so easily butchered mixed with the fresh wound, was overall too much to handle. She further his pain by kicking him face, causing a spray of saliva, blood and teeth to shower out from his face...she then proceeded to stab him, numerous times, in the chest. Each wound was accompanied with a burst of pure manic laughter from Rosalie, and a shower of red, she knew that only the brain had to be alive for a vampire to be alive...and she would use that to her favour.<br/><br/>By now, she was completely lost in her own little blood soaked world, all that was on her mind was death, and the screams of pain that gave her such pleasure. She imagined rows of screaming people, each having been flayed, in utter agony. People with limbs missing crying in such sweet pain and misery. Those with their tongues and jaws ripped out, doomed to die a near silent and wordless death.  She rammed the blade into the man's kneecap and up though his thigh, more blood, more screams. It all added into such a brilliant symphony pain of guttural screams of the dying, and she loved it all! She loved the screaming, the blood, the gore, all the severed and twitching limbs!<br/><br/>Unknown to her, but she had perhaps the most depraved smile possible plastered across her gore spattered face...<br/><br/>She reversed her grip upon the blade, instead of the blade itself being near her index finger, it was now near her smallest finger. Raising the blade, she hoped that the vampire would scream...he did. She rammed the blade down, impaling him through the lower jaw, the blade exiting just in front of his, now bloodied, neck.<span style="color: #00FF40">"Ze screaming...it iz such a beautiful sound..."</span>She said in a rather...concerning, tone. Had she the choice, she would prefer to skin him with a butter knife...but alas there was no such item nearby. Twisting the blade, that was still impaled in the guy's lower jaw, she used the last of the sword's length and stabbed the man through the throat. Leaving the sword to stop him from moving his head at all. Yanking out the sword caused the vampire to whimper, he probably knew what was going to happen next.<br/><br/>Now holding the blood soaked weapon normally, she took a moment to savour her sadistic work. It wasn't as long lasting as she would have hoped, but at least the vampire had suffered. Drawing back her arm, she rammed the blade, full length, into the side of his head. The tip appearing out the other side...covered in brain matter, and leaving the man utterly dead. Taking the weapon out of his head, she sighed and smiled.<br/><br/>It wasn't until now that she noticed the new arrival. She had been lost in her own little world filled with blood and screaming for however long. He had asked someone about their favourite colour being red, and it sounded to be directed at the two women of the group, if tone was anything to go by, and given that Kiyoko hadn't answered him...though that could just be because she furious still, Rosalie assumed the question was directed at herself.<span style="color: #00FF40">"Ja, zee colour matches the screams perfectly."</span>She answered, sounding rather crazed.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Aye, I'm tall. Seven and a quarter feet to be exact. Miss, Shinobu?" Colla answered her college...that looked like a child. She was having a hard time coming to grips if the woman was a child or not, she most certainly looked like one, and perhaps acted such as one. Either way, as long as she wasn't a liability, she was okay in Colla's books. Looking to the person next to her, Colla nodded a greeting to him. It must have felt rather odd for him, being in a mostly female team. But again, if he wasn't a liability. He was okay.<br/><br/>Colla took some notice when Yumi decided to just check her phone, though she wasn't trying to decipher some password. Though she smiled when the woman spoke of taking down this 'artisan ghoul,' probably just some idiot ghoul that decided it was fun to randomly go off and kill people. Then again, most nocturne did that. "Let's go then." Colla said to the others, she was eager to see just how effective this team was going to be...perhaps...not very...