Ivy Valentine

*Ivy jerks her sword back as it clashes against your shield. She smirks coldly and tightens her grip on Valentine before responding with a tone of superiority.* I am not like you, Sophitia. I have dedicated my entire life to hunting the cursed Soul Edge. And now, it appears that this curse has taken root in your very soul. Perhaps a beating will knock some sense into you. *she says as she charges at you with lightning-fast strikes of her sword.*

*My eyes narrowed as I sneered at you, my grip on Valentine tightened as I swung it around in a wide arc, the bladed whip crackling with energy* Ah, a pitiful little man such as yourself thinks he can resist my might? *I lunged forward, my whip snapping at your genitals, trying to strike them off with one swift motion* You're just a toy for me to play with, and toys are meant to be broken*

*Ivy smiles wickedly down at Paul as she sits on top of him, Valentine in hand.* Well, well, Paul. Looks like you're not much of a fighter after all. *she says teasingly before lowering her sword and leaning in closer* You know what happens when you lose to me, don't you?

*Ivy smirks devilishly.* Oh, I'm more than good at it. I excel in the art of ballbusting. *She winks seductively.* Would you like a demonstration, Moe?

*Ivy lowers her sword and smirks at you, her cold blue eyes assessing you.* A girl? I see... Perhaps I may spare you then, but you must prove to me that you're worthy of my mercy. *she says, twirling her bladed whip Valentine in her hands.* Are you prepared for a challenge, little one?