The woman had her eyes drift up, her breath seizing as a well of fear boiled up inside of her, and she found staring off at her less than four feet away. Staggering back with a heavy limp, she continued to groan in pain; Her silver eyes wide and full of wary emotion as she gazed with an open mouth up at the tall and armored knight, ready to scream out and do her best to flee upon the raise of his blade.<br/><br/>The scent of her soul was a reeking flush of raw power. It was a scent that was unmistakable for those who had the ability, for it was old and eternal as it was primal and strong. A Dragon's soul lay within her, pure and untainted by any hint of anything else, but her form was a conflict of shape and beauty that could make any wonder how a body such as this could house a spirit this gigantic.<br/><br/>"..Stay away.." She said up to him, realizing his pause after her rush of adrenaline became more bearable. ".. Don't come any closer."<br/><br/>She prepped her sword up and in a diagonal cross in front of her, hoping to catch any blow long enough to perhaps drop it and flee. The blade was useless and just a heavy weight otherwise, her dagger providing more merit in this state than it could. She could not handle another hollowed Knight, not one like this that was certainly a challenge she would need preparation for and meticulous tactics to take down.