She smiled coldly. "Wrong choice cat boy. I'm far older than you and far stronger." Her eyes flickered to deep crimsom. She laughed creully and drew her calvary swords, lighting them on fire and slahing her own stomach deeply, not even whincing. She also took one of them and shoved it roughly into her open mouth, putting her head down and laughing even louder. "Now, milord, do you wish to cross a wolf like me?" She said in condescending, mocking tones.