"Know well who you serve, boy." Delta's green eyes turned an even more green colour, making the already deadly air nearly suffocating. If her eye colour had changed due to Nacht's fears, or an ability of hers, was unknown.
"I've left my life of servitude behind." Nacht stood his ground, facing directly into the eyes of his worst enemy. Delta was taken aback, but recovered in seconds. She unsheathed her sword from her belt, and gazed Nacht up and down. She seemed to be wondering just how she would end up cutting him into pieces.
Of course, she couldn't actually kill him or give him any permanent injuries. Regardless, he couldn't be as naive as to believe she wouldn't make him suffer regardless. Her entire personality revolved around torture.
"You know what they say," Delta brought the tip of the sword to her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it. Not a single drop of blood fell to the ground as she enjoyed the feeling of raw metal.
