Phoenix Maplewood You stand before me? I'm impressed

The woman narrowed her eyes, clearly displeased with his mirth. He figured that it was likely she misunderstood the meaning behind his laughter―many did, as Corvus laughed where others would retort. His responses were unorthodox because he was an unorthodox being. What she said only amused him further: "You would probably just slow me down." She added a sneer for good measure, and he chuckled for the same reason he laughed before, likely adding more fuel to the fire. It wasn't that he was actively trying to anger her; Corvus was a creature that didn't care about others' opinions of him―especially when they didn't even know him―so he didn't bother trying to walk on eggshells to avoid her fire. He walked wherever he desired to walk, and if the flames came his way, they would not burn him.

Returning a mocking tilt of his head, he replied, You judge someone's abilities you've yet to see? How foolish. Pity. Without waiting for a comeback, he turned back in the direction he was initially traveling in―towards prey. However, the mercenary knew the nature of the beast he was dealing with and kept an ear swiveled backwards and his body ready to react just in case.