Raising a brow at the standing woman, I snorted as I pushed back my chair and stood up as well, meeting her scarlet gaze and asking "Aren't you Beliali's meant to have a sharp tongue? That was rather childish and blunt, Satanya."
She sneered at me further, though I just shook my head as I looked to the side, where the center of the hall was; I had been hearing the sounds of wood scraping against the flagstones, but upon turning my head I could see that the Demons were clearing out a space for Satanya and I to fight, making me wonder just how deeply fighting was ingrained into us Demons...
Not that it mattered, since my knuckles were currently itching for the familiar burning pain of a fist fight, while my heart had already begun to beat quicker inside my chest, warming my entire body up as adrenaline began to course through my veins.
