[Training] even if you're little you can do a lot

I R I S Iris’ lip curled at the small woman’s clipped reply. The more time she spent in her presence, the less she found to like about her. Aside from her beautiful face, everything about the warrior was cold and unrelenting. “Charming,” Iris commented flatly, wishing good luck to all of Torchline’s miscreants. She had met many who had let harsh reality strip their morality of all nuance and justification. The respect she felt for the Fae’s strength was eclipsed by this blatant, simplistic brutality. She probably had no one to share a drink with anyways, Iris thought. After all, what could one joke about with a murderous rock masquerading as a woman? As she inspected the essence of Iris she had managed to snag with her spear, the girl herself watched and sighed. She was lucky to have avoided greater injury, she supposed. ”My race, what difference does it make to you?”