Electricity thrummed through her body like a live current, awaiting release through battle and blood, magic and mayhem. She was at the pinnacle of the fight, the spearhead that would drive its way into the heart of their foes. Finally she had been able to create the perfect plan, the final piece on a game board that would leave the rest of the world in checkmate. Hotaru was a queen with no crown, a puppet master as well as a beautiful doll to be used as an iconic face. Beastial beauty resided in her genes, and she utilized every corner and crevice that came along with those internal designs to get here where she stood in that moment. Oxy ahead of them, foolish in his naïveté and drugged trust, her deadly Lady invisible just behind his stumbling form. Oh of course her boy was there too, but she could deal with Thranduil raining on her parade if it meant she was awarded the lion's share for all her efforts.

Without Alice she felt admittedly bereft, but she'd not risk her princess for the sake of blood and glory. Not yet. One day they would charge into battle with blood on their teeth and venomous tears on their faces, but that day was not the one dying on the horizon.

Newly clad hooves were odd but quiet on the grassy terrain, spikes glinting in the dying light with wicked malice that reflected in Hotaru's grin. This was the empire she deserved. It mattered little that the Edge denizens wanted the land, Hotaru would bring about a sister herd, a debt, and an act of revenge a at once. She'd played her cards so well she almost shocked herself.

Still, a part of her sang in old resounding echo, a tiny filly still lost to the void inside herself. The ghost of her innocence recalled the Foothills, the brief childhood she'd been awarded in those lands. She stood on the precipice of the lands her mother and Lady had once ruled, and she felt her heart give a stutter. Dual eyes turned to her Lady, a pang in her soul, wondering if she would someday have the power to cut from herself those useless ties of love and nostalgia. Gazing upon her Queen draped in raining blood, she swore that she would ruin the battlefield as surely as she did the defenses of their enemies with her stealth. Hotaru would be as worthy of the awe she herself felt for Ophelia, and she would start on the battlefield right in that moment.

As the cry rang out and they charged through the entrance, all pretenses of stealth broken by the sounds that echoed above the water, energy arose within her petite frame. Eyes blazed with a fury, for the stupidly foolish Oxy, for Midas and Essetia and all the fools that had attempted to crush her beneath their heels. She would fight, she would destroy. She would show her daughters that the only way to gain respect was to take it and force it, grip life betwixt their teeth and crush it into submission. Hotaru's shod hooves dances across the greenery in the half-light, the water like blood as it reflected the last helpful rays of the Sun, lighting her way to a path of real blood that would fall like rain across the earth and quench its archaic desires for war and territorial desires.

They parted, the rosy impersonator flying across the earth, a streaking arc of feminist glory and crusader intentions. Her cutlass gleamed in the sickly beams, eyes alight with hellfire and bloodlust. Hotaru let herself free, felt her father's blood pound in her veins, manic and psychotic. This was her land. It had been hers first, and it would be again.

A flash of unfamiliar hide caught her eye, a hawk twisting midair in pursuit of a smaller bird that would become its prey. She changed course to chase, and before her electricity began to grown and collect into a massive ball. With a forceful push of her mind she sent it coursing towards her opponent, letting it explode as near to them as she could manage. It went off with a BOOM, nearly deafening, and Hotaru hoped it was close enough to singe and burn her chosen foe. A maniacal grin creased over her teeth, a wicked witch with a dagger beneath her elegant robes. Her land had called her home, and she would give her apology to it in the form of siege. The only homecoming befitting the young empress.

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- Enters through the secret entrance guided by OXY and OPHELIA, sun setting in the west

- Wearing her spiked boots and armor, which is NOT fully out currently

- Separates from the group and finds nearest opponent

- Uses her magic:
:: [Magic: DarkxShock | Ability to create ball lightning from the size of a gumball to a softball.]
:: [Restrictions | Unable to control the ball once released, able to be harmed by her own magic. The influence of the lightning extends to 10m from her body]