[i]Still getting closer. Still, no true threat. And she'd hurt him? All the better. Let's give him something to worry about.[/i] Aelith watched as the warrior made his charge. Unsurprising, but still, she might have to pay attention now. She was hardly one for battle tactics, preferring simple improvisation, but she recognised how she could gain the upper hand now. As planned, her opponent would be expecting her to retreat - clearly a doomed plan anyway, whoever this was, he was certainly faster than her. But did he expect a counter-attack, in the melee where he specialised? It seemed unlikely. And he'd seen magic before - enough to comment on her use of it and to relate her to another like herself (though much lesser, of course), and to remain unflinching even when attacked with it. The brave ones were always Aelith's favourites - it always seemed to be such a surprise to them when they realised they had lost and, well, their sense of honour was simply funny. A lawless world was a fine one for a woman like Aelith. People were harder to push around, giving her more excuses to kill them instead. In a world like this, Aelith was basically free to do what she liked. Typically when a town or a city has problems on the scale of a Dark One like herself, they would organise an impromtu militia or hire momster hunters. Did a world like this have the capability to organise anything? Of course not. Where did that leave Aelith? Where she liked to be. At the top of the food chain. Comments on the convenience of modern society aside, there was still a large man with a pair of swords charging at her. As long as he didn't attack her head, she'd probably be safe from the first swing. He was certainly close enough that her Doom Aura could cause problems for him - see how he likes that. He probably won't be expecting that, leaving him vulnerable to attack. Yes, while he's adjusting, Aelith could hurt him. And there's nothing like a boot to the gut to insult an armed opponent. This was going to be funny.