C557 One Could Not Judge a Book by Its Cover
Renne flashed a slight smile and produced her weapon of choice—a scythe as tall as she was. With a flourish, she swung it effortlessly, even tossing it into the air as if juggling, her eyes tracking the blade as it spun and descended before she caught it with precision. Approaching Tony Stark, she gestured for him to extend his hand.
"Tony, you'll understand once you hold it