Hallibel
Smug
People underestimated her. They did it all the time.
Idiots.
Because obviously women were naturally weaker, easier to kill.
They patronised her, attempted to manipulate her, hurt her, touch her. They didn't realise she was above them, above their attempts at pain that almost made her laugh out loud with their arrogance. Their pride made them stare unbelievably into her eyes as she killed them, killed them because she could. And yet new ones kept appearing, as if some giant machine somewhere was churning out creatures of stupidity and egotism.
The bone of her mask smiled at the writhing body under the tip of her blade.
Idiot.