Her fist clenched into her palm, seemingly un-bothered by the fact her nails were penetrating her very own palm, and allowing the crimson liquid to drip rhythmically on the ground by her side, a snarl stepped up in her throat. "If you call me Kitty again - I will not hesitate to remove your windpipe from your throat." Her voice was threatening, and head began to drop down so her chin touched her chest whilst her snarl arose in her tone of voice. Bringing her head up from the threat, her persona instantly switched, as per usual and her head rigidly yet swiftly tilted to the side.
From the aid of her energies she moved from one spot, far from the figure, directly next to him into his own very personal bubble. Her hands grazed over him, as if he were art-work that couldn't be touched, or it would be ruined and bruised for all the others who wished to observe it. Gliding around his body she watched him, her eyes observing him up and down. She moved in a pace which the naked eye would find, beyond a doubt, impossible to even keep a focus on, never mind make out a shape. Her experience reflected through her movements, which most likely gave away her age too.
For Trinity was an Elder of her race, a respected title given to those of her kind in the world. She was one in five, and possibly only at her rank due to the simple fact that her opponents barely stood a chance against her bare hands. She was animalistic, and vicious, and had no intentions of letting those who fought her live. For those who did fight her, and failed to beat her, were unworthy. Her persona was known for, and strange, she was what most would say the most 'un-hesitant' of the five Elders. Some would even compare her to The Omega, the beast which lived inside all of vampires, which was only revealed due at a certain stage of their life time.
For Trinity showed characteristics which those could reflect upon as 'The Beast's' characteristics, she was often compared to the descendant of him himself. Her hands hovered over his body, and she blurred back from him to look him up and down, bringing her nose upwards to her pick-up of scent from him. Her brain did not recognise him as food, but instantly as a threat.