Fight or Flight? A new experience. [Yoma]

Elisha snorted as the man seemed to complain about her healing him. When he started waving his sword around recklessly, she decided to take some actions. Her hand shot out, a grayish blur, and grabbed the blade, showing her entire hand and upper arm had turned in to steel. This had stopped her from cutting herself on the blade, and she let out a soft sigh.

"Don't you know that waving a blade around like that is dangerous? Who gave you a blade without teaching you how to use the damn thing anyway? Oh, and I started healing you as soon as I sat down, and I'd rather not heal anybody you happen to accidentally cut up."

Getting up, she looked him in the eye, a stare that showed she was not playing games. In all her years, she had not seen anyone be so reckless with a sword, and it kind of sickened her to watch this man do so. She didn't know why, but some part of her just wanted to rip this man in two for using such a fine weapon with such little care. Glaring, she spoke to him in a voice that mirrored those feelings.

"If I ever find out you're doing such an irresponsible thing with that blade, I will personally track you down and destroy it, so you can never make the same mistake again."

With that, she turned around and left the shop.