Lieselotte entered the batllefield, weapons in her hands. Enemies standing, waiting to take their turn. The crowd all jumped out at her at once, with a swift movement Lieselotte jumped up. Looking below her as they hit each other. Landing softly on top of them she grinned. Men started to climb up the man-made dogpile. As one got close Lieselotte swung her blade. The mans right arm was sliced off, blood squirted all over Lieselotte. With the scent in the hair her eyes turned a blood churning color. Quickly grabbing the man by the shoulders she opened her mouth and sunk her fang into it neck. Chewing roughly, ripping his tendens as she suck his blood. His face was turning a pale white as he tried to rip her off, but as he tugged Lieselotte she just dug deeper into him. Soon her hands holding him were digging in, at the joy of the sweet bloody taste. The skin was more then broken from her grip, it had been like a wolfs tearing teeth grabbing the flesh of a fresh kill and just tearing it off as the animal would scream in pain. Taking her fangs out the body fell limp. Blood covered her body. Seeing the her face the men paniced and tried to run, but Lieselotte had already ordered her guards to lock the gates and kill anyone who left. One by one she killed them all, her arena a blood pool. The blood had covered most of the bodies. It was knee deep. Her guards met her in the arena, in their hands was a child. He was crying for his dad, but he had been killed. Bending down to the helpless kid Lieselotte helded his chin up with her blood stained hand and gave a smile. "Close your eyes little one..." Before the kid could do as ordered Lieselotte used her free hand and grabbed ahold of the childs throat held it tightly. Pulling her arm back the throat in her hand was ripped from the kids neck. Blood poured out as the kid gasped for air. Lieselotte threw the kid to the ground next to his father, the kid had drowned in his fathers blood before he could die from the damage Lieselotte caused...
