"I'm sorry!"
Pyrrha was evil. Anything born from the womb of a woman who had been tainted by Soul Edge was bound to be, but the Athenian fighter saw no reason to display her sinister tendencies in public. Instead, she kept herself amused by presenting herself as the pacifistic type, hiding her real motives behind a mask of innocence and regret.
"Forgive me!"
She cried out again with in a sweet voice. She used these fake pleas in battle to further exaggerate her fragile image. Each time she did this, it seemed, her enemies would be all the more likely to underestimate her ability.
"Please, don't make me fight you any more!"
Her opponent today was a grizzled man with thick hair and beard. Various scars marked his body, showing his status as a veteran of many battles. He grunted painfully, as Pyrrha's most recent strike had left a nasty cut in his side. His weapon clattered to the ground as he toppled over backwards.
After nursing his wound for several seconds, he looked up toward his opponent. From his perspective, he had been fighting a fledgling swordswoman who could barely keep her blade in her shaking hands. He was surprised he had been mastered by her frantic and impulsive attacks, and he sighed as he came to terms with the situation.
"Don't worry, angel. I have no regrets being defeated by you."
His voice was old and gruff, but held the quality of a family man. As he continued to gaze forward, all he saw was a frightened young girl who had been thrust into a destiny that was far too cruel for her. It would be a sin to push himself further and only make it harder for her.
The man chuckled lightly before speaking again.
"Go on, finish me off. Letting me live won't do any good for your quest."
Pyrrha blinked in feigned surprise. Her eyes glanced back and forth between the man's face and the edge of her sword in artificial uncertainty. Finally, she raised the weapon upward.
"Th-... thank you..."
She dropped the blade to his throat, quickly ending his life. Her sword remained at her side as she tilted her head and studied her fallen opponent. Once it was apparent no signs of life remained in the warrior, an impish smile crossed her lips. Her light blue eyes narrowed, conveying a sinister aura while still retaining their energetic sparkle.
"...for being such a fool."
Her voice had taken a much more ominous tone with these words. This was her natural character, one that she kept purely to herself. She raised the tip of her sword to her mouth and cleaned the blood away with a gentle lap of her tongue. When she was done, she placed the weapon back in its sheath. After giggling quietly and brushing a few strands of golden silk from her eyes, she left the battlefield in search of the next thing to slaughter.
