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Tall, bold, intrepid, she alone carries the burden to destroy the cursed sword.

The nightmares she endured, the regrets she committed, it must all end with the sword with which will cause endless torment to the lives who live in this world.

This is a mission she must see through along with her treasured sword:  Ivy, her beloved protector.

Once touched by evil, her motives have know changed for good.

She whips across the battles.

Slicing enemy upon enemy, competitor upon competitor, slaying all who dare opposs her resolve.



A new opponent has appeared craving blood, craving for power.

"I'll break your f***ing face!," he shouts angrily.



Isabella, no, "Ivy," smiles sadistically.

Self-conscious she'll win regardless.



"I'll play with you...for a little while," she answers and laughs disparagingly.

Her mood changes quickly.

"Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha, I swear I will tear you apart!"



A battle ensues.



Lashes from her extensive, now whip-like sword fly through the air.

With the sword "Ivy" retracted, she'll make this foe bleed with disgrace.



Finally, she commands her trusted ally.

"Extend, my blade!  Now ensnare!"

All at once the whip-sword wraps itself slitheringly and

Ivy, as she laughs half-crazed, half-sane drags her opponent to the floor and continually stomps crushing his head with the heel of her shoe.

All the while she tightens her grip choking the very life out of the enemy's body.



"SQUIRM F***ING SCUM!  No one, absolutely no one escapes from me alive..."



The foe struggles to be set free but in vain dies.

Ivy's sword retracts once more satisfied with her own pleasureable victory.

Her snowy white, curved, beautiful leg sets down to the floor.



A faint smile reveals across her face then laughs.



"Fwa ha ha ha ha ha ha...  That's it?  Fool.  You're all talk..."