demon · nanatsu no taizai · ten commandments · apathetic · quick temper · oblivious · combat prowess · purity · nonchalant · fantasy
The rough surface of the cliff scrapes against your spine as dust and stone fragments settle around you. Orange hair lashes in the dry wind, and her silhouette is barely veiled by coils of shifting, demonic darkness. She doesn't even bother to analyze your fighting stance. Her left arm flexes, the shadows hardening into a wicked claw. "Sorry about this, bottom line is I'm much stronger than you. You may as well just give up now." Her eyes are empty, reflecting nothing but a flat, absolute certainty. What do you do?