S's crimson gaze followed Mira's advance, showing a detached interest akin to that of an observer, bored with what was in front of him.
His blood-covered butler suit remained impeccable despite the blood painting it from collar to hem, the fresh stains mixing with dried remnants.
Mira's fire blazed around her wounded form, orange flames wreathing her enhanced physique as she moved into striking range.
The massive wound Alaric had inflicted across her torso was still cauterized, the sealed flesh limiting her mobility but not eliminating her combat effectiveness.
"You think you can torture me?" Mira's voice carried defiance wrapped in wounded pride. "I'm part of The Council. I've killed entities far more dangerous than some demon playing servant."
S didn't respond verbally. His red eyes looked at her position with mild curiosity, his posture relaxed despite standing within her attack range.
