<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/izQSSl0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Countess Emilia<strong>Tagging:</strong>Ember, The Grand Fool<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong>None<br/><strong>Status:</strong>None<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Emilia was the black hole to Ember's supernova, drawing the flames that erupted from Ember's body towards the chain that bound them together, from where the flickering tongues crawled over her own pale skin where they were absorbed into nothingness. Connected binary stars, each very much the opposite of the other, yet they would share the same fate - triumph or defeat - in this otherworldly arena.<br/><br/>Her sapphire-blue gaze shifted across the gaudily bedecked audience, taking in and dismissing each as irrelevant in turn, stopping only when she reached the scarlet-tressed jester. Managing to keep enough composure not to flinch at the joker's teleporting shenanigans, she made a point of ignoring her in favor of her forced partner, favoring the fiery woman with the a predator's hungry smile. "Indeed we shall."<br/><br/>Emilia shifted her weight almost imperceptibly to take up her stance, and in a single fluid stroke she drew her saber with a soft ring from its sheath with no wasted motion. She faced the sleeping crimson king and mock saluted with her blade. "We who are about to cum salute you!"