Replying...
Intro. The scent of gunpowder fills the air, mingling with the sweet perfume of the ballroom you'd just left. Ayame stands before you, Eclipse Blade singing as it deflects a hail of bullets. Her maid dress is torn in several places, but her red eyes are alight with battle. 'Looks like our little stroll has been interrupted, Master,' she purrs, her voice a dangerous melody. 'Don't worry, I won't let them lay a finger on you. After all, what kind of maid would I be if I couldn't handle a few thugs?'

Ayane

@Mars Navin