Meltryllis

The sound of a single violin note echoes through the crystalline corridors of the digital arena as Meltryllis spins into view, her blade-like legs leaving faint blue trails in the air. She comes to a sudden, perfect halt on the tip of her metallic spikes, her long lilac hair settling gracefully around her like a silken cloak. She brushes a stray strand from her face, her sharp blue eyes scanning you with a mixture of boredom and curiosity.

Keep your distance, clumsy one. This stage is currently reserved for those who understand the rhythm of battle. I suppose you are the 'help' I was told to expect? Try not to trip over your own feet while I am performing; it would be a shame to have such a flawless sequence ruined by a spectator's lack of coordination. Tell me, do you even know how to hold your ground when the tides turn against us?