Confidence. Her opponent doesn’t reach for her weapon but takes a defiant stance against her ~ the General’s smile lengths into a smirk.
“Yes I am a Villain to some. A Monster to others.”
“And to most not someone you want to cross dear Snowflake. I can tell you have seen your fair share of battle from both your posture and coolness though I assure you WAR is a whole other ballgame - it is nothing like your afternoon combat training.” The temperature has dropped several degrees between the two. “I asked simply out of curiosity ~ should you have no inclination to divulge your secrets I won’t force you. For now.”
Weiss rolled her eyes resisting the urge to ensnare the vile woman within winters embrace. As much as she hated to admit it: this was a test.
To bare down on the ‘General’ would be both giving them what they wanted and showing her hand!
Weiss would not play ball besides she was used to the political dances of society's upper crust; it was best to keep a level head.
“Threats? Really now. If you are so perturbed by the notion that others can work together without slaughtering one another then maybe you would feel more at home within the Whitefang NOT Atlas - I am sure you have subordinates you could have sent instead if you can’t quench your thirst for more than a few small hours General.” Weiss hardened her gaze more honing it to a razors edge watching ever single micro movement of both the one in front of her and the very air around them.
The only question was: could her Aura protect her from such a power? Or would it break through and freeze the very core of her being.