Raika's eyes widened as a flicker of recognition pierced through her lacking memory. The burning tattoos along her arms dimmed ever so slightly as her mind pieced the fragments together.
"You're the man who dropped me on the necromancer back then."
Quinlan's elemental blaze softened just enough for a hint of humor to creep in. "I'm also the guy who removed the inked mustache Vex drew on your lips."
"…."
"Knowing who I am now, are you going to behave?"
Raika's glare instantly regained its previous hostile edge. "I refuse."
A slow smile curved across Quinlan's lips.
"I thought so. In your eyes, I must be a strange man with many party tricks. But so long as you believe your punches can overpower me, I'll never have your respect. You won't listen to me."
His aura flared once again. The winds visibly began coiling around him as he continued his unhurried ascent into the skies.
"Allow me to correct your misunderstanding, Raika."
