Freya visibly calmed, and the surrounding flames reduced considerably. But a different one rose in her eyes soon after.
"So you're the chef I heard about from those goofs last night," she assessed him for a few seconds, "Good, you're confident in your abilities. But, confidence without skill is arrogance,"
Emery gripped the knife even harder. Of course, he knew he was outmatched, that much was obvious from the moment he stepped into the door.
However, he would be hard-pressed if he let anyone just push him around like this. A patient person he had been, spontaneous sometimes, but the true core of himself would always remain the same.
'Status!'
[Name: Alana Freya]
[Race: Human]
[Threat rank: Upper-Class Six Threat]
[Attributes:
STR- Class Six
AGI- Class Seven
INT- Class Five
DEF- Class Seven
DEX- Class Six]
[Skills: N/A]
