She speaks, voice muffled and distorted under layers. CORINO backs away, readying a rusty blade behind her back.
She's nothing like her failure of an ancestor, hatred convinces that she won't die here. She'll cull that horrible troll -- move onto the rest after her.
Now is the time to start, with advantage, with surprise and nimbleness that she can't be matched with. The two are in a standstill, staring at one another.
