Sakura Edelfeldt
Sakura held tightly onto her wand, ignoring the fighting that had just broken out between them.
"Alice, while I understand where you're coming from, I hardly think that his comments were unwarrented. It was a very on-point description of the duke." Wearing a long, flowing dress with heels, Sakura ran her free hand through her drills and stared straight at Ferrison. "My name is Sakura Edelfeldt, and I wish to challenge you to a duel for the control of your dojo. What are your conditions?" She had a haughty, superior attitude to her gait, as if she were supremely confident in her victory, but in reality she was rather nervous. She wanted to prove herself to these monsters, and she needed to make sure she didn't disappoint her darling sister. Her dress seemed to ripple along with her hidden insecurity, ready to attack whatever was upsetting its creator.