Good vs Evil - Fight for Dright » Places

         The thief seemed to be in a small state of panic; a minute or so passed by before he even opened his mouth to speak. A man so bold as he to break into his enemy's headquarters apparently thought that he would get away unscathed, or even unseen? As he remained silent, Axel's eyes were noticeably changing into a bright blue, an unnatural shade not fit for any regular person, and a thick black rim outlined the iris, just as they had changed when she was dealing with the assassin. Her fingernails elongated and grew slightly sharper, but that was mostly the end to her change. It was a scare tactic, but she was still able to use Neruda's abilities without fully needing her.

Yet, his next words were both unsurprising and not all the same. Her eye twitched slightly; of course he knew of her. Nearly every villain knew of her. But this didn't put at all cause her to hesitate from trying to stop him from doing anything. Hearing a snap, she looked down at his hand, eyeing the drive that was not there before. Her gaze returned to staring at him; why he felt the need to introduce himself was unclear to her.

"Actually, that order isn't comforting at all," her voice flowed out of her mouth as if it was not her own, and it was a tad deeper than earlier, as if it held some sort of wisdom to it. "I don't care for your name, Vice. I don't care about my parents. You are trespassing, and, well," a faint smile curled upon her lips, showing that she, indeed, felt more emotion than indifference. "You couldn't kill me if you tried." Without missing a beat, she flung the scorching hot coffee towards Vice in hopes of simply distracting him, but much more would come out of it if he tried to fight back.