Wheeling Gull Isle and i smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull

he gave threats, but it did not scare the siren. he sounded like a child, "you are like rat." ruo told him, staring at his flaming mouth as he bursted words of honey-coated venom. she started to get off the rock, and approach downwards.

"weak." step, by step.

"delicate." her blues drifted toward his missing leg, before back toward his gaze.

"angry." her paws reached the sandy beaches, while she continued a slow and calm walk towards him. 

"and pitiful."

ruo had no reason to be afraid of measly swine.