'Stay calm. Keep yourself calm.' Zephyra reminded herself as she steadied the breath that had rapidly risen once she saw the large, blood-stained man who grinned at her with a wild smile. His silver eyes looked like shards of silver - and his blonde hair that turned into a rusty, dried blood red appalled her more than it intimidated her.
"Well, well, well. Zephyra, am I correct? Azrael is so very sad you decided to become a traitor. You should think of how you're going to make it up to him," Faust began darkly. His silver eyes looked wild with hatred and malice as the serpent he stood on lowered its head so he could step off of it and walk towards her.
'His muscles are large....but they are not evenly dispersed. His stance is very strong. I cannot sweep him...' she built tactics in her head as her eyes roved over his figure and looked for any apparent weak spots.
