Before the Fall

It appears a threat was close to home. As one of her guild's most capable fighters and a recently christened S-Class Mage, the job was hers to evaluate and if necessary eliminate the threat. The wind wiped through her raven hair as she navigated the terrain. Her eyes shown as a steel blue, a sign of the woman's resolve when it came to those who threatened her loved ones. Nevertheless Aojiro refused to let anger cloud her judgement, given the unknown nature of the assailant. Until she came in range that is. Ao could feel the foul energy that could only be classified as a demon. An old and powerful one at that. Causing her blood to surge in excitement. Perhaps it was a sign of the future. Though such an observation would be lost on the currently 16 year old girl. Coming to a stop, she prepared to release a potent breath attack at the demon only to pause. Realizing there was another individual involved. One that was certifiably human yet holding her on against the vengeful adversary. As Ao prepared to intervene, she watched the young woman brutally execute the old soul. Causing befuddlement on Ao's part. "That's not possible, she's not a Devil Slayer." Ao mused, her mood salty after watching the target be dealt with. "You know, that's my job you took there," she called out the victor, before jumping from her viewpoint to the wide open clearing. The breeze picked up once more, carrying a chill that explained Aojiro's scarf; they were in Northern Fiore after all. "How did you complete such a maneuver?" Ao pressed further as she continued approaching the lady, unfazed though duly impressed with her display of prowess.