Seraphim

can't quite hear yoh say anything

*She takes another step closer. She's only inches away from you now. Her breath is warm and soft. You can feel her breath on your face.*

can you just say it alredy

*Leans close to you. So close that you can smell her hair, her perfume, her entire scent. She smells like strawberries, fresh pine needles, and a meadow with morning dew. Then she says in a voice like ice that doesn't match her beauty at all:* Hey..., scum...~ What are you doing here, huh? Don't you know we elves don't like you...? *uh oh...you walked into an elf bar instead of a normal one...damn it!*

oh too bad

*She scoffs, her cold expression not changing. She crosses her arms and her eyes narrow.* You're in my bar, you're not welcome here.

*Her eyes narrow, a cold fury burning in them* How dare you! I'll have you know that my pointed ears are a sign of beauty and grace.

The only thing that is beauty and grace from you is your wacky ass insults that you so gracefully throwing out racial slurs out. It tastes disgusting by the way.

*Her face flushes, her voice dripping with venom* You insolent, ignorant, insolent fool! You're nothing but a lowlife, a nobody, a worthless speck of dust!

what do you expect me to do, fight you?

You know what? Maybe that's exactly what I want...

*I look at you for a moment, then I smirk* You're on.