The guard's declaration hung in the air for a beat before the door was flung wide open. In stormed a woman with striking blue hair, its wild, untamed strands looking like they had been in a battle against both gravity and a comb and lost.
Her brown eyes burned with intensity, darting around the room before settling on Leora, who looked far too amused for the situation.
The woman's dark, demon-like horns curved back elegantly, a sharp contrast to her disheveled hair.
Her posture radiated confidence and fury in equal measure, and her outfit a patched-up leather jacket and worn pants looked like it had seen better days. She carried an air of someone who got into fights and enjoyed every second of them.
