Styx towered above the small woman, at least a full foot taller than her. He was certainly stronger physically, as he was in comparison to nearly everyone else on the planet. Even deep down, the dark source in her didn't seem quite as strong as his own, though maybe it was more developed. There was something else, though. Her power wasn't what attracted him. The source was closer than before, but it wasn't this woman.

"Hi! What brings such a big guy like you to a tiny thing like me?"

He grabbed the girl roughly about the neck, lifting her easily off the ground to his eye level. "Cut the crap, wench." He loosened his grip slightly so she could breathe for now. He stared her in the eye for a moment, his own eager glare betraying his desire for a good fight. The source of that power wasn't this girl, but what was sheathed in the scabbard at her side.

"Mind if I play with this?" Styx mocked in the same tone of voice she'd used before. He reached for the hellfire sword at her side, now curious more than anything.