“To the empire, then. Long may it flourish under my rule,” she said, and drank. Petros beamed. Hyperia smashed her glass against the table’s edge, and with one lithe blow, she slashed Petros’s throat open. The man upset a chair as he fell. Hyperia was upon him in an instant, the warmth of his blood decorating her cheek and chest as she stabbed him again and again through the eyes. The man’s face became a slab of torn meat; his hands ceased fumbling at her shoulders, and his gurgles died.
Hyperia might've been my favorite character because yes, she's a ruthless bitch, but she's also a total bad-ass.
