Azazel's nose crinkled once more, although this time her lips curled up into a snarl. A low guttural sound came from her as she leaned forward, her hair limp at the sides of her cheeks as it dangled. "Call me a coward, you insolent twit?" she growled, teeth gnashing together. Was this girl begging to end up like that other brat? She leaned forward further, enjoying looking DOWN on this being. She tipped forward, leaving the comfort of her perch and going into a swan dive. Before she landed, she somersaulted and landed on her feet, crouching before striking out with her bare leg to make the girl lose her balance and drop to the floor. "I never liked your kind," she continued; quieter this time. "You walk around as if the world owed you every drop of blood."