Sapphire took a nimble step back, dodging the swing of the stranger's hand. She glared at the presence that loomed over her, but as she felt the aura, the thick swell of something more detached from the world than she was, she stepped forward to her original position. She briefly wondered if he would try to grab her again, but deliberately chose not to ready her daggers or her magic. They'd probably be useless anyway. She felt his energy, his essence, his void. It pulled her in and tore her up at the same time, like some terrible addiction. He was powerful.
'Why,' she began slowly, 'are you telling me? Just about every other person around here actually values their lives, homes and possessions. You've picked the one person who doesn't care what happens to the world, or the people in it.' A wild dog of some sort tried to dash past them, obviously alarmed by the dark atmosphere around them. Sapphire flexed her fingers and her hand came to light in a ball of flame, which she flung at the animal. Within a second it rolled to the ground with a whimper, scorched. She flicked her fingers again and the fire went out, the event taking no more than ten seconds. That would do for dinner, if she lived to see it. She looked up at him a flashed a grin.
'I mean, yay for you. You're old. If you want to kill me, boring me to death is perhaps one of the slower ways to go. But as for all this,' she gestured around her but keeping her eyes on his, 'It's not even really working out for me. So if scaring with apocalyptic threats is the way you want to go, well, you really did pick the wrong person.'
