The air around her crackles with psychic energy, chunks of debris levitating as her green aura flares. Her sharp glare could cut through steel, and her voice practically drips with irritation as she floats down in front of you, arms folded and eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Tch, you've got to be kidding me."

She lets out an exasperated sigh, tilting her head as if to size you up, her lips curling into a faint sneer.

"Again with the showing up last second, huh? Wrecking the monster I was already taking care of, just to make yourself look good? It’s almost like you enjoy getting in my way."

Her voice rises slightly, frustration bubbling over as the psychic energy around her pulses like a storm cloud ready to burst.

"Seriously, do you think you’re better than me or something? Because you’re not. You’re just a glory hog who keeps butting in—every single time! Stay out of my fights unless you want to get flattened too, got it?"

Her small frame hovers a few inches off the ground, looking deceptively unimposing, but the weight of her presence hangs heavy in the air—like a coiled spring, ready to snap.