Damon smirked at her sharp words, crossing his arms casually.
'What a firecracker,' he thought, taking in her defiant stance.
The girl stood in front of him, her short pink hair plastered to her skin with sweat. She wore brown pants and a white shirt, both worn and frayed, evidence of her frequent training. Her piercing blue eyes glared at him with suspicion and fiery determination.
He sighed, tilting his head slightly. "Something tells me you're not going to listen to me."
She narrowed her eyes further, the flames in her hands flickering ominously.
"Oh yeah? What gave you that impression?"
He pointed at the fireballs she held.
"Well, for starters, you're holding a literal ball of flames while looking like you're ready to incinerate me."
She didn't lower her guard, her expression hardening.