Hong Cunhua drew her sword from her floral-embroidered sheath. Like a solar star rising from the horizons of a planet at the break of dawn, bathing the world in the fresh, nascent radiance of the day arose from her eyes, from the sword, and her Astral Soul. It was soulful, graceful, and calming, and emanated a faint aroma of morning's first whiff of flowers.
It was soul-stirring to all, easily allowing one to be lost in the beauty of its existence. Hidden within this pleasing beauty of the dawn was a sharp, radiant intent, unforgiving and valiant. It encapsulated Hong Chunhua—the First Commander of the Ascendants' Legion.
The eighteen blooming roses, carrying eighteen incredibly tiny, palm-sized solar Stars, shook as pollen-like motes of light were scattered about, lightly cascading around Hong Chunhua's figure, enhancing her already dominant presence as they danced.
WHOOO!
Go! >:D