the place was quiet-REALLY quiet.
He got a nice glimpse of the person-girl. She was curvaceous, to say the least-she wore a mask, covering the lower half of her face and disguising her identity. But her eyes were visible-and they were VIBRANT purple. Her dark hair swirled around her, fingers spread across in a martial art like pose-he could see now that the blade she had used against him was made out of mist. mist that she had somehow made deathly sharp and weapon like (it's a bit like a mix of air and waterbending-but the poses are more like lightning bending if that makes any sense-). She glared up at him but didn't say anything.
“.. Interesting, a person able to conjure something from this mist.. which i suppose Isnt mist at all.. but i won’t explain why I say this, just to keep you on edge.. now, I believe you know who I am. The name is Dabi.. or at least that is my Villian name, I shall not discuss my true name, nor for the reasons I am here.. but. I do ask this, why do you do what you do? And.. would you perhaps like to take up an offer of mine.”