The light inside her extinguished. Her face turned hard and cold. It sounded like a threat to her - and to the rest of the life she was sworn to protect. She took a step back and spat out a word - Ankanach! - letting the weight of her language carry the connotations like lances.
And then she balanced on the balls of her feet, arms held out to her sides, prepared. He could not be allowed to be on the streets, to threaten others, to take life. All life was precious - even his - but it could also be forfeit if she saw him attempt to harm others.
It was not her intent to see it at all, however. He spoke the truth, and she knew it was so. Divinian could not carry falsity. She launched herself toward him. No weapons were on her, save herself - but she was more than enough. She always had been.