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She elegantly avoided the sharp edged kiss of death; was it she that moved with such precision and evasiveness or was it he that failed to put heart and soul behind the hand that moved the weapon? Her shorter blade dropped to the ground and begged for him to amend his perspective, but he didn’t favour such a decision. Hostility was always the easier option for this male, though he wasn’t truly immovable either. One golden spun ear lifted slightly to make sense of the noise her mouth was making, giving her that much, at least.
No part of his job included assassination, and he had yet to encounter fear blooming within his hollow shell. Without her knife and with enough push, he thought she would go down without extended complications. ”Your behaviour does not inspire trust,” he replied, allowing the hungering sword in his hand to pause, at least for now. She demanded to know things that were none of her business, and he didn’t understand why she would expect him to grant her answers. Both seemed to be beings of inner serenity, and he supposed he could work with that, temporarily.
Today wasn’t supposed to include her in his presence, and though he was one that accepted obstacles as they presented themselves, he didn’t necessarily have to appreciate it. There were several objects he continued to lack, and he didn’t want to waste his time on this.
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