Lydianna scoffed at his words. [i]Him[/i] calling [i]her[/i] a half-breed? It was obvious from the coloration of his skin and his relatively normal facial features that he was no pure-blood himself. It was true that he had not killed anyone as those bodies she had seen had merely been people huddling in corners and doors to escape his notice, or else had only been knocked out. But regardless of the demon's words she did not lower her bow. She knew the city guard wouldn't bother coming to defend this area. The people here had no means to pay them for protection and therefore generally had to protect themselves. But none of them were experienced fighters who could take on the demon before them. That was why Lydianna was there.

Hearing the demon say her name--or at least a shortened version of it--she grew wary. Sure, there were plenty of other Lydiannas and Lydias in the city for it wasn't that uncommon a name. But how many of them would run right into danger to protect others? If he knew her name and that she would respond to the trouble he caused, that meant he had actively been searching for her. Why, she knew not.

Lydianna lowered her bow but still held the arrow in place. Studying the demon for a while with narrow eyes, she tried to discern his movements to tell if he may have any tricks up his sleeve. "Stay where you are," she demanded. "We can talk right here. State your business, demon, and then begone for my patience with you is already running thin."