That could possibly work Empyrean, just keep thinking about it and it'll come. And Vergil has a point with the sisters. You could possibly go off of that ot create something. And I am a sadist, so I love creating chaos for characters and such (You all have been warned. . . .tee hee Discorida *evil genius smirk*)  You've got plenty of time until Sunday~<br/><br/>Also, I don't have "SET" battle music and such. I say you all listen to whatever it is you like and that will be good from there ^^ I listen to some really strange stuff anyway so I'm kinda picky with what I listen for fight scenes and the like.<br/><br/>Also, here's an example of something I've thrown out in the past for shock value:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The images played out before her, and she knew that this was what she was looking for. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for, her but instincts said that this would help her somehow. What played out before her made the former vampire almost cry. These orbs were a special device that Christano had traded for, and allowed the user to record mental imagery upon them. It was something that Christano had always kept very private, for they served as an anthology of his life and what his thoughts were. Holding her hand over her mouth, Alice silenced the whimpers that escaped her lips as she witnessed images of her early youth. . . <br/><br/>Of Christano coming to her father’s house with a tiny Alice in his arms, covered in dirt and bruises from children picking on her. <br/><br/>Then the images took a darker turn. . . <br/><br/>To the villagers turning against her family, dragging them out into the village square, all five girls of the Kinsey family being tied to stakes. Alice was separated from the others who were tied up together, even her baby sister who appeared to be no older than seven or eight. The screams of her family quietly ripped throughout the office as Alice felt her heart ache as if it were being ripped out. She grit her human teeth together, remembering how much she hated humans and how cruel they could be. Her hands were clutching her shorts so tightly that her knuckles were white. Then the imagery shifted to Christano saving Alice and holding her tightly, the last words she heard from her eldest sister and then to her residency within Christano’s home. The images that played out before her weren’t registered in Alice’s mind or the words of Christano as they narrated his thoughts. She was too consumed with anger for what had been done to her family. <br/><br/>Through the crack of her office door, all of this could have been seen, for the light was leaking out into the dark hallway of the upper floor. Now the light was red like fire, as images played out of the village being set to fire. . . of demonic familiars rampaging through the streets, snapping men like twigs and ripping them apart midair. Through all of this imagery Alice could be seen in a blood stained dress, screaming like a mad woman, her pink eyes on fire with hatred, her body cut up with satanic scriptures as she commanded her familiars to slay the townspeople who had burned her sisters. <br/><br/>Alice sat entranced as she watched the image of herself ripping the still beating hearts from men whom had tied her up, the cuts still visible on her wrists, and bite into the heart before their eyes as they fell to their death. The cries she released from her lips were ghastly, inhuman, and clearly that of someone who had lost their heart. Alice held her chest tightly as she squinted, watching herself slay people left and right. It pained her so to watch the sins of her past, but it also made the rage that had been silent within herself flicker to life. She leaned forward and stared into the images, burning them to memory with her own recollection of what occurred that night, and blinked as she saw Christano ride out on his horse, clad in his metal armor as he pulled her from the townspeople, forcing her to stop her killing spree. She was completely unreachable, no matter what the vampire did, he could not calm her rage or her witch powers. That’s when his words reached Alice’s ears finally.<br/><br/><em>I saw no other way to do it. . . I had to drain that evil from her in order to preserve her humanity. The grip upon her is so strong, so tightly bound to her soul. . . It makes her an unstoppable force if she falls into the wrong hands. I didn’t know how I would contain her at this point, her rage and anger were so strong, even compared to a member of the damned. . . <br/><br/>My Little Lady. . . Forgive me. . . I did what I did to try and preserve your humanity, for I know your soul was fracturing rapidly and I couldn’t allow that to happen. I had to drain the evil out of you. . . But eventually I learned that through my blood that I could preserve your innocence, and give you the life of peace you deserved. . . Thus that's why I eventually made you Mine.<br/></em><br/>That’s when Christano’s words echoed from Alice’s mind, and she saw the image of Christano biting deeply into her throat and draining her almost dry, the marks upon her flesh dulled and she went limp in his arms. He slung her over his horse, still clad in his armor to hide his identity, and rode through the torched village. </span>