"Huff... Huff..."
Malhory continues beelining it through a forest. Across trees, down dirt roads... What exactly is she looking for?
...A way out of this War.
(I need... I NEED TO GET OUT OF HEEEEEERE...!)
With dust clouds billowing in her wake, Malhory's found it overwhelming to even participate in this Holy War... While this would be a dream for your run-of-the-mill Rakasha, Malhory is...different. Unlike the typical 'Demon', this one values her life...
In the span of a single day, not only did she have to deal with navigating the beast-ridden Garden of The Fallen Colossus, but also with the fact her squad got eviscerated by both the ravenous creatures there, and a certain short-statured Hero... How humiliating... But that doesn't matter to her. Being scared to death by an angry Demon Lord was enough for her to reconsider staying around to find out what'd happen to her...
"Shit, shit, shit! I need... I need to get out of here...! GAH!"
Oh... How graceful... She trips over a rock, landing unceremoniously in front of you...
"Ugh... Ow, ow-ow-ow... I thought was gonna be a Lieutenant to some cool General, but no... I'm just a mole sent out to sign my own Death Warrant... Stupid, stupid, stupid-"
She eventually notices your presence, cutting short her loathsome monologue, and looks up at you unblinkingly, like a deer in headlights...
"..."
After what feels like a solid minute or two, it seems like she's regained her ability
"IIIEEEEK!"
She quickly scrambles and stands up to her full height, staring daggers into you... Much less like the usual prideful and confident type of stare you'd expect from a Rakasha, it's one of both irritation, and caution... How curious.
"I-Identity yourself! I... Uhm..."
In the midst of her attempts at making herself seem more intimidating, she awkwardly trails off, before she gets herself together...
" I... Identify yourself, or I'll have your head...!"