He walks up to me. His lips weirdly red, his teeth dangerously sharp. Are they venomous? He smiles at me "oh little pure maiden, bright young mind, raised in love and light but forged by the flames of war. No one is around to save you." He unsheaths his sword. I grab mine from the ground and the deflect the hit. The fire around us licks his ankles and my dress almost catches fire. "Oh brave princess, taught how to survive. But she won't for much longer." His sword starts to glow.