Her adversary adjusted his footing and held his weapon firmly as he assessed this new threat. The woman was very attractive, yet something implacable in her filled him with revulsion. He stared at her with an unwavering expression, analysing her movements for any hint of an attack.

"Who are you?" he called to her.

Valdaria eyed her opponent with interest. She perceived him as no more than a mere child, yet the boy wielded a blade with surprising dexterity. A sadistic grin spread across her face. Unlike her previous victim, this one would pose a significant struggle. I love it when they fight back. Passing her tongue over her blood-stained lips, she gathered the crimson residue still plastered upon her mouth.

"Who am I you ask? I'm the last thing you'll ever see, dear," she replied in a confident sneer. Gripping the double-headed snake which adorned the hilt of her blade, she unsheathed Serpentine and twirled it through the air before holding it in a battle stance.

"Are you the one who killed this man?" he asked.

"My my, your powers of deduction are admirable. Not that he had much to offer anyway, his blood was fouled by his incessant drinking. Your blood, however..."

Without the grace of even completing her sentence, she unfastened her whip and stretched it behind her, before viciously flicking the sharp end of it towards her opponent. Barely having enough time to react, the knight jumped a step backwards, causing the whip to hit the cobble-stone street with a loud crack.

"What would your name be, boy?"

Before the young man could reply, a mysterious white-clad woman appeared in the distance, her white wings fluttering slightly. "What the heck is going on here?" she demanded.