[h2]Angela[/h2]

"Nathaniel, huh." the girl repeated, testing if she could say the name again. "My name's Angela." she said, deeming that her name might be a sufficient way of describing who she is. Before she could continue, the green-dressed woman bustled her way over to the group.

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh my, how formal."[/color] she said. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm honored that you'd choose such words in my presence, Nathaniel"[/color] she said the name with a smirk [color=9e0b0f]"but it makes you sound like a dolt that can't speak normally, just like my originator here. Relax, I'm not going to bite for this yet." [/color]

Angela just stood there, failing to break through the woman's initiative. [color=9e0b0f]"She is suprised, but she's in my hands now, and that's the best thing that could've happened to her here."[/color] she continued. [color=9e0b0f]"Although I see girlyboy here has a friend too!"[/color] the words just kept coming out, assuming a mocking tone. [color=9e0b0f]"Little bantam fighters like this are the scariest, it'd be a tough victory if we happened to fight."[/color] Some degree of appreciation entered her voice, partially supplanting the mocking. Partially.

Angela finally gathered up some form of courage to say anything. "Are you going to introduce yourself?"

The woman paused for a moment. [color=9e0b0f]"I was just getting to that, missy. My name's Elizabeth. It's one word so if you need me to repeat it, ask away."[/color]