Rit grimaced at the mess Axieva made as she sawed through the neck. At least the blood was no longer flowing, that would have been quite a bit more messy.
"You know, a well sharpened axe would take that off in one swipe, and wouldn't leave the jagged bits from sawing through with a knife." He conjured one up floating across the body from her, just in case she saw the logic in this.
"It's not as crazy as you think. There are mortals that can see and read auras, but not nearly as well as I can. I'll show you mine." And so he did. A swirling, pulsing, light appeared around him. Beautiful and filled with every color imaginable, dancing around each other, and swimming through each other. The light was bright, almost difficult to look at, but captivating. It was the same swirling dance of colors present in his irides. But where his eyes were unsettling, this was awe inspiring. He only showed his aura for a few moments, and then it was gone.
"Everything has an aura, from rocks, to gods," he explained, "The more complex the life energy, the brighter the aura. I toned the brightness of my aura down for you though. It's normally brighter than the sun. And while it doesn't generate heat, I still don't think it would be wise to unleash that here." He walked to the small stream and watched leaves flow past in the current.
"Your aura is fairly complex for a being of your age. Lots of colors splashed about, radiating from you, where something else left a mark on your body or soul. Shows you've lived a dangerous and violent life. But no black in your core," he smiled at her then, "which means no evil. I find that very interesting with your line of work. Bounty hunters usually have a darker tone to them than you do. So if its not malice and hatred or even greed that fuels your intentions toward the world around you, what is it?"