She watched, hearing the burning flesh from the ghoul as the man's blade cut it's skin. As the wretched creature perished, she pushed herself from the wall, making her way over to him. She spotted the dead man the creature had snatched moments ago. When the man turned to confront her, she could only smile, raising her hands from within the shadows of her cloak, revealing leather gloved hands, a variety of small jewels inlaid along the hem.
"You could, I suppose. I wouldn't blame you, it is the law.." she said, her voice trailing off for a moment. "But I am not here to start war with anyone, unlike others. I know magic is a thing of the past," she muttered, looking around herself now. She could remember a time when homes were simple, people were rich in any possible way. Now things became industrialized, homes were built by steam power, and the suffering of people followed with. Many without homes now because they couldn't afford it, or food, or clothing. Sighing, she looked back at the man, pulling the hood of her cloak off. Black hair fell down her shoulders, stopping at her waist. Blood red lips were pulled up into a soft subtle smile, pale skin seemed to glow under the faint moonlight. "But I would truly hate to put you in the position of even having to touch someone like myself, so I won't."
Bending at the waist, she waved a hand in a small circle, a dark blue cloud seeming to surround her, before vanishing with a bright flash, herself included.