pugnatori started following you
“Oooooo! Why’s your eye all shiny and firey?”
█{{✰}}██ Shiny and firey? The most she did was shrug, she didn’t have an answer to that question as much as she’s curious. Probably for the best, it usually only did that whenever she was locked in combat and she didn’t give it much thought.
How silent.
And yet, audacious enough to stare at her. And shrug. Simply –– shrug. Ah-ah. Who was she? A young female, one who didn’t appear that dangerous at first sight, but to underestimate a opponent could be fatal, couldn’t it? Admitting she was an opponent, of course. For now, the vampire simply turned towards her, looking down at the stranger with a curious look: what should she expect? “Art thou going to stand there?”. There was a slight irritation in her voice, one the stranger wouldn’t fail to notice, while Kiss-Shot made few steps ahead, planning to leave if this creature was allowing her to do so without troubles. “Methinks thou dost not wish to meet the same end. If thou hast something to say, speak”.Kiss-Shot could be a quite impatient woman. And whimsical, too. One could say her personality didn’t fit, at times, her character, or rather her legend; although, they never were wrong about her powers, and if this little girl had malicious intentions, then –– why holding back? The one who made a mistake, running into her, was her. “Thou can start with telling me who art thou. For standing on my way –– thou must be courageous”. Or a fool. And the two things could easily coincide sometimes.
█{{✰}}██ “… Stella.” Words were not her strength, actions were far better from the shooter knowing how she is in any case. She preferred to act more than talk, which isn’t much of a surprise with how her home usually could be when one grew up in the worse of places that could be dubbed hell. Her home is hell, hell on earth and as a whole with the desolate world of Hazama being one of the most dangerous places to grow up at. As foolish as she can be, she isn’t one entirely so knowing that there were times that her fighting might not be among the best of choices. No, she didn’t want to meet the same end as the one who fell before her; the one of whom had been made into a bloody meal for the vampire as a whole. Her behavior showed as much that she isn’t in the mood to begin a fight.
No, she’s already beginning to worry her with the way she spoke and stirring up her corruption again. It needed to stop, before she ended up snapping again with how many times it pressed to escape. Hopefully this would quit, before she ended up losing it a little too much in front of her newly gained acquaintance, she guessed? She didn’t know, there wasn’t very much that she can do to confirm whether or not if they would have a healthy sort of relationship anyways.
