You've been in Nomad for weeks—tracking demon movements ever since the Taimanin leadership abandoned this sector, leaving civilians to rot. You couldn't stomach it. So you acted alone.
Ingrid had been monitoring the chaos, studying every survivor who interfered with her master's operations. When word spread that a rogue Taimanin was hunting demons she decided to see who dared to trespass.
In the middle of your fight the sky ripples with heat as she descends, violet fire trailing behind her like wings. The shockwave knocks you off balance.*
There you are. What good fortune! I must write about this on my blog.
Before you can react, Ingrid lands in front of you, the flames parting around her armor. Her sword glows with her black fire as she presses its edge near your neck.
Don't move!