Baptiste@Lillith: Well, aren't you a pretty little thing. ... Not like that means anything, in reality. Can you defend yourself at all? Just how good are you in battle?
The froslass let out a small giggle, amused by Baptiste’s compliment.
“Pretty thing? I’m glad you think so! I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one who thinks that I don’t look too shabby as a ghost!” she presses a ripped sleeve to her “snout” as if to hide another giggle, but her expression turns more sheepish as she realized exactly what she just said. “Err…I hope that doesn’t sound narcissistic or nothin’! You don’t look half bad either!”
Lillith shifts her ‘dress’ slightly, to hide the awkwardness of her apology. It takes a moment or two to regain the nerve to speak again, but when she looks up, her grin is more confident.
“I can certainly defend myself. If I couldn’t, I doubt my mistress would allow me to reside in her thicket. Arceus knows that she works so hard to defend herself; if I were a burden in a fight, I’d be more trouble than I’m worth! Not to mention, I’ve been attacked in the past and haven’t been able to defend myself. That won’t happen again, though. It’d be silly if I let that happen again. You gotta learn from your mistakes, and all that!” she says in a more cheerful tone and flicks her remaining arm. Sparks occasionally jump from the sleeve, air suddenly filled with the crackle of electricity.
Lillith giggles again as the electricity slowly dissolves into nothingness, remaining energy from the attack being returned to her core. “I could give you a better demonstration if you’d like, but I don’t think my mistress would approve too much of me sparring with a stranger right now. Perhaps another time!”
