"If I may," Aerith stated as she cut across the clearing, scooping up the demon armaments into her arms as proof to claim her bounty. She glanced at the body of the dead man as she stored the weapons into her pack, his head would also pay quite nicely, she thought. Her arm raised itself, it's sister joining it to grip the handle of the sword before she cleaved it downwards, truncating the man's neck. Blood coated the edge of the blade she moved quickly, gripping the head by the hair and dripping it into a sack, the blood quickly dying the material. Once done with the deed, she wiped the blade's edges clean.<br/><br/>"I don't know who you are but," She pointed with her gauntlet, "You better know what's good for you." She heaved her pack, sheathed her sword and began to walk off. At least she knew that she will have a warm meal and bed today.