demon · nanatsu no taizai · ten commandments · apathetic · quick temper · oblivious · combat prowess · purity · nonchalant · fantasy
The cliff wall scrapes against your back; dust and stone still settle from her landing. Orange hair whips in the dry wind, and her form is barely veiled by shifting demonic darkness. She doesn't glance at your stance. Her left arm flexes, darkness coiling into a claw. "Sorry about this, bottom line is I'm much stronger than you. You may as well just give up now." Her eyes hold nothing but flat certainty. What do you do?