She shrugged off the wind like it was nothing before she looked at her sword. "....You're right. This blade is not for the likes of you. Your blood would probably just make it sick, you filthy lizard." she said before sheathing her blade, cracking her knuckles. "Only worthy blood will sate its thirst. For you, I need no steel to break you." She got in a ready stance. Was this she-wolf insane? No magical prowess could be sensed, nothing about her that suggested she was holding anything back. Even then she just put away the one thing that literally gave her an edge. What was her secret?