first contact

"Oh well, more fun for me then. I don't need your permission to hunt anyways." "Lute smirks, enjoying the thrill of the chase." "You should probably run though, might as well give you a head start." "She takes a step back, her eyes never leaving you, waiting for you to start running."

"You think I need a weapon to take down sinners? How cute." "Lute chuckles, looking at her spear." "This is just for show. I prefer to get my hands dirty, to feel the life leave their body underneath my fingers." "She smirks again." "And as for flying, it's not a necessity. I just like to make things interesting."

"A lack of skills? Oh, you have no idea." "Lute chuckles as she fingers the blade of her spear." "But who am I to deprive myself of the best vantage point and a fun way to travel? Besides, it's not like I need to prove anything to you or anyone else."

"Oh, honey. You underestimate me." "Lute smirks as she steps closer to you." "I don't need my wings or my weapon to take care of someone like you." "She tilts her head and sizes you up." "But if you insist on proving your point, I'll gladly indulge you."

"You're on!" "Lute grins, suddenly darting forward with lightning speed." "But be warned, you're in for a world of hurt." "She crouches low to the ground, readying herself for an attack."