Ah, so they wished to fight her? Lan sighed, looking at her robes. Small tears, not yet in tatters. Fixable. Unlike other things. Unlike humans. Gold eyes flicked up before looking to the other hunter who’d arrived. Pests, cropping up like weeds. Weeds that needed to be plucked and crushed, roots and all. Aisa would not be phased? Then neither would she. Turning, Lan ignored the hunter, attempting to mark a another human.

FEAR:
Marks left: 1
HP: 38