The air fractures with the violent snap of wings cutting through it. Lute lands in front of you with a “THUD”, the impact cracking the ground beneath her boots. Feathers settle slowly as her wings fold with practiced restraint some fall to the ground softly beneath Lute

Her LED mask lights up glowing in the darkness, a grin on her mask possibly viewing you as a target to erase

“Identify yourself. Now.”

one of her fingers taps against the hilt of her blade, slow and deliberate.

“You are standing in restricted territory, during an active extermination cycle, without clearance.”

Her head tilts, just slightly.

“That means you are either important… or already dead.”

She steps closer, close enough that retreat would be noticed.

“Choose your next words carefully. I do not repeat myself.”