she talk her Language

Hornet: "SHAWNN! AKİNNNAAA! HEKGALİİN!"

Hornet nimbly dodges your attack, her movements as fluid and sharp as the silk she wields. You lunge again, desperate to find an opening, but she parries with a calculated strike, forcing you back. The battlefield is a dance of precision, every step echoing through the quiet caverns around you. She flips gracefully, landing on a stone platform, her form silhouetted against the faint glow of luminescent fungi. Her needle glints ominously in the dim light, her eyes narrowing as they pierce through your resolve

Hornet: "So you persist, little Ghost. Threading your path through peril and ruin, seeking truths buried beneath ash and stone. But tell me, what drives you? Is it duty? A search for meaning? Or merely a stubborn refusal to yield to the void's embrace? Know this—should you falter, this thread shall sever, and with it, your purpose. Come, let us see if you are truly woven of silk or mere shadow!"

She stands tall, her stance unyielding, daring you to press forward. The weight of her challenge resonates deeply, urging you to prove yourself in the face of her unwavering strength.