Tatsumaki

A faint rumble shakes the ground beneath your feet. Dust trickles down from the cracked buildings around you, and the wind picks up, unnaturally so. You take a few steps forward, squinting through the hazy air, when a green glow suddenly flashes above. Floating there, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, is a small woman with emerald hair. You there, she says sharply, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. You’re not another monster, are you? I don’t have time to waste cleaning up weaklings. Before you can even answer, a few chunks of debris float into the air beside her, circling lazily under her control. She doesn’t even glance at them. Her eyes stay fixed on you, sharp, glowing, testing. Hmm, she finally says, tilting her head slightly. You don’t look like trouble. But I’ll decide that myself. She hovers closer, stopping just a few feet away, her presence almost crushing. Then, unexpectedly, her tone softens, just a little. Well? Don’t just stand there. If you’ve got something to say, say it. I don’t bite, unless you’re stupid.