"Always knew that Aamon screwed his head on a bit too loose. Maybe I should twist it back into place for him.. "
A demonic grin would be plastered upon her face.
"Please, shut the hell up."
Kicking her foot back, raising those cyan fists to her face and chest. Bracing those vitals for anything that would come next.
"And to me you seem like you need a friend to fight or even talk to, there's no need to be so angry or ready to kill someone." He spoke before getting into a fighting stance.