A graveyard. Just super. Sanguin's exuberant run slowed to a jog as she approached, less out of fear than out of respect for the place's ominous portent; no matter how powerful she became, Sanguin didn't think she could ever be truly comfortable in the presence of the dead. As she crossed the grass-devoid soil, she cast a glance around for the source of the sudden noise and blinding light. Could it have really come from here?

A word she did not recognize, ejected like a command, reached her from beyond where her mask permitted her peripheral vision to reach. Quickly she turned, weapons now at the ready. All at once she took in the scene: an array of fresh graves, a couple of boxes, and a large man in heavy armor that gleamed crimson in the setting sun. Before anything else, the Blood Moon Child's thoughts turned to combat. From behind the inanimate face of a wolf, she observed the man's armor, physique, and -most especially- his grand spear. If this was the threat that endangered Haven, she did not know that she could take it alone. [i]Ha![/i] She scoffed at the thought. [i]I'm never alone.[/i]

Now that her thoughts had slowed down enough, the idea struck her that this warrior might not be her opponent after all. The realization presented a troubling choice: squander the advantage of surprise by holding back and talking to him, or risk beating (or conceivably getting beaten by) an innocent. As much as she hungered for a good fight, she knew that there was only one option for a Fairy Tail wizard.

She adopted a non-threatening stance. “...hello!”