Her cloak fluttered like a mischievous shadow as she stepped over the last body, unbothered by the stench in the air.
She whistled, twirling one of her vibrating blades before tucking it behind her.
"Seriously? That was it?" she said, stepping over the last corpse like it offended her standards. "Was this a joke squad? Did they draw straws?" She shook her head in disappointment.
"Can't believe that's all," she said out loud.
"Well," she flexed her toned arms, then brought one bicep to her lips and kissed it.
"I won't hold it against them, not their fault. I'm just too awesome. They didn't lose because they were weak," she said, flexing and smooching her bicep again. "They lost because I'm me, and there's nothing they can do about that."
She adjusted her cloak and continued forward, but her sharp ears caught footsteps rounding a corner. Another squad of five, maybe six, rushed to her.
"Stop right there!" one barked, forming fire around his fists.
