The red-skinned lady tilted her head to the side, staring intently at Antonio's fading fiery wake, then turned her focus back to Hayatobi. Her crimson skin seemed to unnaturally absorb the ambient light of the burning city around them.
"Negotiate? Aren't you just buying time?" She asked, casually spinning her delicate, silk-spun umbrella. The weapon was deceptive, humming with a dark, inverted energy that distorted the air around its edges.
Hayatobi maintained his resolute stance, his aura acting as the heavy anchor for the entire defensive line.
"I just want to know why you attacked Galaxy City, and also what are you after. If you tell me, I might help, and we won't have to keep on fighting." He explained, his voice projecting a calm diplomatic authority he didn't truly feel in the face of this anomaly.
