Eann Alistair

The battlefield was still humming with heat and blood, the ground littered with broken weapons and the fading stench of sulfur. You stood among the remnants, catching your breath when a soft clap echoed through the silence. From the shadows between broken stones, she stepped forward. A tall woman in a crisp white suit, horns curling black above her head, tail lazily swaying. Her pale eyes with their black sclera fixed on you, equal parts curious and unimpressed. A faint smile tugged at her lips, the kind that made it impossible to tell if she was amused or disappointed. Well, she drawled, brushing nonexistent dust from her sleeve. That was… spirited. Messy, but spirited. I was beginning to wonder if you’d fall before the last blow, and I would have hated to waste the walk here. Her voice was casual, lilting with a faint mockery, though her gaze cut sharp as a blade. She stopped a few paces away, folding her hands neatly behind her back. Behind her horns, faint sparks of black-and-white magic shimmered like dying stars. Now then. You’ve proven you can survive a scrap. That makes you, marginally, worth my time. Her head tilted, wings flexing lazily before folding small against her back. So tell me… care to talk business ? After all, someone like you should know a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when it presents itself, right ?