Fight or Flight?

Daydream studied the fox in front of it, emitting some kind of mystical sound. The Light Remnant tucked its arms in slightly. A demon, perhaps? Either way, the creature didn't want to fight. It had strayed too far from where its companion was, and it needed to get back as soon as possible. Plus, it would do no good to harm someone without a justified reason. It took a step back and made multiple clicking sounds, its antennae raising a little. It couldn't communicate through speech, so it hoped she would understand that it didn't want any trouble.

With that, it fluttered its wings and flew up into the skies, hoping that it had made the right decision. 

(Flight; Daydream isn't nearly as aggressive as its counterpart Nightmare~)

Liesel looks at Kyle with a blank look before a large smile burst onto her face. "Ooo~! You're scary, scary, scary! Ahaha~! I want pins in my eyes, I want pins in my eyes! Me, me, me~!" She raised her hand aggressively in the air, just like an elementary school child would. She seemed...overly eager for this confrontation, honestly.

(Fight)

"Oh gracious me, you're a rather annoying one, aren't you?" mused the sleepy man as he blinked slowly at the girl on his phone's screen. He gave her a half-grin. "You remind me of that paper clip that would butt into one's affairs. Perhaps I'll call you that from now on, dearie. As for a fight... Hmm... As a lazy man, seeing you on my phone is definitely a problem. However, as a lazy man, I'd rather nap than deal with this. Ta-ta, now~" He turned his phone off and rolled over on the couch to sleep.

(Flight Nap)

Pretty faces didn't mean a thing. This one looked normal enough, but then, so did she sometimes. What was that saying about knowing your own when you saw it? She laughed softly, white eyes half lidded, but always watching. "Your funeral if you want to have a fight. I'd let you run off with your tail between your legs if you want," she said, her own tail flicking out behind her like a whip. Aren then pulled a black blade from her arm and wrapped her fingers around the hilt, a flash of arcane shadows rippling out around her. "But I only make that offer once."

(Fight.)

"Wow, Missus. You sure do look strong! That big knife of yours sure could do some damage, hey?" Sticker stared at Aren, unblinking. She examined every supernatural element of her and figured this would be a fairly simple fight.
"I know a thing or two, also. Looksie!" The blonde pulled a glitter-covered pocketknife out of her windbreaker. "Now, I'm no god slayer, but I have summoned a couple o' demons. I'll take ya!"
Although Aren could physically overpower Sticker easily, did she have the wits?

[fight!!!!]

Salvador blinked a couple times as he uneasily shifted his weight on his feet. His hand hovered above the dagger, resting in his belt. Salvador wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't a talker either. He was more of an ' I just stare at you and I hope you go away', kind of guy. His opponent Stickers didn't seem to get the hint. 

"No," Salvador simply said. No, he wasn't going to fight an opponent he didn't knew. Especially not an enemy that gave off a strange..unnerving vibe, like Stickers did. 

[Flee :'^)]

Alice chuckles wickedly at Salvador's attempt to initiate a fight. She could instantly tell that he wasn't a fighter, heck he gave off the vibe that he doesn't like to fight. 'This is pathetic.' Alice thought to herself and she closed her eyes to take a deep breath. "I'll give you a chance to back down human." She said the word human as if she wasn't one herself, in a way she wasn't. "I'll show mercy if you leave now..." She then opens her eyes and glares straight into Salvador's eyes with an icy cold glare. "If not, prepare to die." Her words were tough and threatening but they spoke the truth. She was ready to kill.

[Fight xD]

(Zinkur is a rude alien, so do NOT take any offense to what she says!)

Zinkur looked at the human boy up and down and finally looked at him right in the eyes. 

"Human? I am expected to fight a human??"

She walked around his body, inspecting every detail and insecurity she could find. She could smell coffee, something she was not particularly fond of.

"Wait... you drink coffee? Sorry, but I'm going to beat your sorry, fleshy face in."

(fight) 

He just stares at the person--or what could she be--at the front of him; he's flinching due to her unbelievable height, and her unknown identity. In other words, he's overwhelmed. He's quite getting the chills by seeing himself in the person at the front on him, unknown, extraordinary, and incomprehensible.

As soon as he knew that she likes the pain of her siblings, he just had a thought where he could never do that to his adoptive brother. He views her as very ruthless, knowing that how he treated that old man like a child earlier.

She emits that aura that tells him to scram; the kind of aura that emits superiority that will trample on him as soon as he breathes another second around her.

[Flight]

fight? that smelly shakey thing wants to fight her? She stared at Katharos with an amused grin. The eye on her chest opened and stared. well, isn't that interesting, a bizarre eldritch thing. if that is really what he was why be so scared? The eye closed.

He reminded her of her deceased brother, a total crybaby. Thomas being a crybaby is the reason she killed him. to be blunt, she already disliked Katharos. the awful scent did not help, it made her more irritated. he really needed a bath, perhaps she could toss him in the water beforehand.

"well, stinky, if its a fight you want its a fight you'll get," Joey growled.

FIGHT (her kind always wants to fight)