I reach my hand out and touch the murderers face teasingly.
"You know, you don't have such a bad face. Maybe I'll let you go," I lie. I hear Riako walking away. He can't stand to watch this part. I spy the victim's hand reach up, and I quickly pull out a small, deadly, obsidian blade that slices his hand off, "Ah, ah, ah," I chuckle, shaking my finger at him, "We can't have you doing that, can we?"
I slash his leg off too, and cruelly enjoying watching him bathe in the pain I have created for him. I move onto his arm, enjoying the screams that ring through my ears. He shouldn't trust me. Or anyone. He is a murderer with a bounty on his head after all.
After I finish off the limbless body, I turn to Riako, "Well, are we going?"
"You're sick, Asako. How can you enjoy that?"
"He is a mage. Just like the rest of them."
"But you're a mage too."
"But they," I spit, "All of them hurt innocent people. Even your beloved Fairy Tail." I touch the deep scar resting on my shoulder. An attack that nearly skewered my arm off. "That's why I can enjoy giving back the pain that they inflicted onto others."
"Asako," Riako sighs, "Well, let's head back to our guild. Our Master might be ticked because we took so long."
"I wonder how early I can watch his head roll on the floor," I grin, licking my lips. The Master. The one who killed my parents. And he is right in my hands.