Siera couldn't help but smile at all of his excitement. She nodded and accepted his in return and followed behind him down the hill. All the while her sword pulsing against her <Take him. Take his life, I need to feeeed> It whispered into her mind but she shook it off. The sword would not have this man's blood. Though it persisted she growled, baring small, needle sharp canines. >Enough!< She forced back towards the sword and it finally hushed.<br/><br/>The city, Xaven's city. Hell. She smirked as she looked to the back of Asher's head. She couldn't wait.