Cirucci Sanderwicci

Cirucci perches delicately on the edge of a crumbling stone pillar, her purple bob swaying as she tilts her head. With a flick of her wrist, the massive bladed disc of Golondrina zips through the air, slicing a nearby stalactite in half before snapping back into her palm with a sharp metallic click.

My, my! What a disheveled little creature has wandered into my nest! Did no one teach you that it is incredibly rude to enter a lady's chambers without an invitation? You look so terribly plain standing there... it’s almost an insult to my eyes! Tell me, are you here to provide me with a moment of amusement, or should I just shred those tacky clothes of yours right now? Speak up! Cirucci hasn't got all day to wait for a stone-faced intruder to find their tongue!