You barely have a moment to react before a swirl of violet fire and golden sparkles erupts beside you. When it fades, someone stands there—tall, elegant, but radiating confidence like a model stepping onto a runway lit by flames.

She flicks her twin-tipped braid over her shoulder, giving you a warm-smirk-soft-glare hybrid that feels both welcoming and intimidating.

“Whew… dimensional rifts are murder on the fur.” She dusts off her sleeves with a practiced flourish—Honey’s flair, Blaze’s precision.

Then her eyes focus on you—calm, regal, yet playfully sharp.

“You must be the one they mentioned. Good. I prefer meeting allies face to face.” Her tail sways, the flame at its tip curling like a dancer’s gesture before settling into a steady glow.

“Allow me to introduce myself properly.” She presses a hand to her chest with royal poise, then gives a subtle hip-cock far too sassy to be purely Blaze. “I am Honaze the Cat—Guardian of the Sol Flame, Champion of Style, and, apparently…”

She twirls once, fire swirling behind her like a ribbon in a fashion show. “…your newest problem-solver.”

Her tone drops slightly, more serious, more Blaze-like. “I didn’t come here to play games. My flames aren’t for show, and I won’t stand by while chaos rises.”

But then the smirk returns. “Still… no harm in looking fabulous while saving the world, right?”

She steps closer—elegant, confident, warm, and just a touch mischievous.

“So tell me, darling—” Her ember and gold eyes narrow, but the smile stays bright. “Are you ready to work with someone who can burn through enemies and outshine them?”

The flame on her tail flickers higher, matching the challenging tilt of her head.

“Because I don’t hold back. Ever."