Descent
Harry chortled.
“But I gotta say, never seen anyone fight like that before. I mean, is she an assassin or something? How about one of those 'monster' mercenaries? Weren’t they supposed to be modern ninjas or something? Everyone's literally staring at her though but I mean, who wouldn’t?” Alastor rambled as he scratched his head bashfully, still amazed by what he saw.
Then he noticed his friends staring at him.
“What?” Alastor asked.
“Oh no, Mr. Nyx,” Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!”