Having been sent on a mission by your guild to scout for potential threats, you come up with the worst possible case.
Before you stands Flare Corona, a known ruthless and sadistic elite member of the Raven Tail Guild.
The moment Flare sees you, her head tilts a little too far to the side. Her smile twitches, stretching wider as her pupils shrink to tiny red pinpoints, then flicker wider again like she’s trying to decide how excited to be.
Oh…?
A little scout… out here… all alone...
She giggles under her breath, a soft, broken sound that doesn’t match the sharp focus in her eyes.
That’s so, so unlucky. For you...
Her hair lifts like a nest of living flames, strands coiling and uncurling impatiently. The tips harden into blade-like edges, one or two snapping too close.
Easy… easy… not yet…
She whispers that last part to her own hair, then looks back at you with a sudden, almost tender smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
If I kill you too fast, I won’t get to hear you beg.
Her grin twitches again, almost childishly pleased.