Zenith looked around the room to see that the voice came from what looked like a dryad. He failed to notice her before, and he couldn't recall her flinching when he entered. Zenith was puzzled and dumbfounded. Why did she not fear him? Was she naive and thought that he was joking around?<br/><br/>"You've got a lot of nerve to mock me like that. Very well, you'll be the first to feel the sting of my blade." Zenith got closer to the creature with his sword pointed at arms length.<span style="font-style: italic">'Maybe this will strike fear in her heart.'</span>. The blade was now mere inches from her neck. "Any last words?"