Rip stood against the wall of the room as her Major prepared. Leaning next to her was her musket, primed and ready for her performance in this mockery of a wedding~. Yes, this would bring the bloodshed she craved, the beautiful symphony of screams!

The huntress couldn't wait for her bullets to fly, to maim and kill the many innocence in attendance~.

"I cannot vait mein Major~. Zhis opening act vill bring forth zhe greatest opera to ever cross zhe vorld stage. Und zhe bloodiest~."