"Hey, Vayne. Guess what," Senna slowly walks up to the Nighthunter. There's something odd about her eyes, something... menacing. More than usually, that is.
Time for reckoning Answer:
The atmosphere… this smell is rampaging, it is polluting and thickening in the air. Turning to the voice, with grinding teeth the woman of night could face what was the source of this maliciousness. And the black-skinned dragged herself close enough for Vayne to feel alarmed as with grinding teeth she called the other’s name; ”SennA?!” her voice echoed with that very aggression, it asked for a reason. it commanded that space should be given between them. Such commands with just a single tension were not easy to commit, something was bound to happen and Vayne couldn’t help but think that she’d be forced to fight…