"You're not no one, you're an edgy bitch acting like an egocentric thirteen year old, or have been watching too much Game of Thrones recently," She would respond after whispering another prayer. This prayer would surround her left hand in pitch black flames with white edges, dark smoke rising off her arm. Her ignited hand struck the ground, a massive inferno melting the ice before it could reach her. She twirled, ribbons of flame following her hand as she did so. She didn't know what this man could do, and that was a bad thing–and as such, she was not being too offensive.

"Then what does that make you?" [b]He sent another wave of ice toward the girl, smiling as he walked towards her and the fire she conjured. Nothing seemed to matter to him, no snarky comments or insults, no flame, no circumstance. Nothing. It seemed odd, worrying almost. But it didn't matter, did it? Of course not. He just kept on walking[/b]

"I'm just somebody that wants to live, and help others out on occasion." Her expression showed disgust, disgust with how the man acted. Started by jumping to conclusions, and continued to act annoyingly edgy. "Keep on walking, then. Have fun." She turned tail, and dashed around a corner into an alleyway. A completely silent prayer was said, and the girl's body faded out of existence–in reality, she had simply gone invisible. The invisible would also hide her from sonar, thermal vision, and masked her sound completely. For all the man knew, she was gone.

[b]He stopped walking, and his smile faded. If she could still see him, the man had brought out dagger and stabbed himself in the heart. He shattered into a thousand pieces that simply blew into the wind. Once she was far enough away from where he used to stand, the girl came upon a wounded woman propped up against a wall[/b] "Help..." [b]She cried out weakly, hoping for someone to answer. She had hair that was as black as night, and eyes that were as brown as the girl who first saw her. Dying[/b]

The girl was still invisible. She looked over at the woman, thinking–this was too much of a coincidence. Two wounded people in one night? A random edgy attacker that can make himself look like other people? Na. She wasn't falling for this. Staying invisible, she continued on, invisibly sticking her middle finger out at the woman–not something very religious, in truth.