Rising Sun Valley Acid Tongue

Frankly, Nemesis didn't care who the girl was or who she thought she was. She didn't care. Mind games could not trick the virago and she would get what she wanted. The girl was looking to be put in her place and Nemesis had no hesitation to do so. She boldened her appearance, looking the girl dead in the eyes, showing no hint of mercy or fragility. She was not under any circumstances to be messed with, and she had no empathy for the girl. Wolves like these needed to know their place. And she doubted the girl even knew the actions that led her to her darkened state. She was a cold blooded murdered, assassin, whatever you wanted to call it. Nobody outside of Blackfeather knew the meaning of shedding innocent blood, which she was sure the girl was about to claim she had done. 
She would not attack first, only a fool would. Her training with Burke had clarified the fact. To study the opponent's moves, weaknesses and strengths was to benefit the counterattack. The girl was about her size so the job could be done fairly quickly.
 Instead, kept her stone cold gaze on the girl as she made her warning. "This is my kill, now run along girl, before you get hurt" And she was dead serious. It was her job to kill, maim and torture, and to be fair, she was quite good at it. This invertebrate wouldn't stop her from taking her food, nevertheless unleashing her fury. She couldn't even stop herself anymore.