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.”
His eyes perked slightly.. and he slipped his hand from behind his back, and signed back? Huh.. well that’s interesting.. didn’t know Dabi could sign, but then again.. maybe this was from when he was with his.. yeah..-
“Well. I suppose you’d rather sign than speak, as you don’t trust me yet I presume?”
“Heh, you know.. your talking to the one actually in charge of the group, correct? I may be doing the rough work, but that does not make me the level of the likes of you.. now, if you would ever do kindly take back what you said, I do not mind forgiving this claim of yours. If not.. well.. you won’t “quite” like what you see what happens next.”
His once cocky grin, turned into the sights of his serious look as he always had. He no longer seemed like he was joking with her, and now his stance was straight.. his once slouched position, now an over towering person.