[ He's watching her do it this time, and he catches it inches from his face. He makes eye contact as he pushes his demonic qi into the arrow, making it shatter in a burst of black smoke. It's completely unnecessary, but he decides he can afford to he gratuitously threatening. (Also, his shoulder hurts, and he's mad she got that first hit in.)
He stops about twenty feet from her, and draws Xin Mo. The sword's sinister miasma isn't visible, exactly, but it doesn't, like, feel good, to look at or be around. He raises his voice to call out to her: ]
I assumed the Pleroma's soldiers believed they were here to protect people. I must have been wrong.
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He stops about twenty feet from her, and draws Xin Mo. The sword's sinister miasma isn't visible, exactly, but it doesn't, like, feel good, to look at or be around. He raises his voice to call out to her: ]
I assumed the Pleroma's soldiers believed they were here to protect people. I must have been wrong.