[It’s a tense procession that makes its way along the twilit Veneran street, led by the fierce jinba in the guise of an astonishingly tall woman, followed by a mother and her whimpering babe, with liem’s narrow, alert shape bringing up the rear. The crossbow that has spent most of the past week on his back is currently carried in his hands, ready to be loaded at the slightest hint of trouble, and inside the shadow of his hood, dark eyes unobstructed by his habitual lenses flick over the facades of the street’s deserted buildings. If they’re discovered, he intends to be prepared.
He runs a clear risk by accompanying Hayame on this journey; any Kenoma who see him will be immediately suspicious, and if they recognize her then his treachery will be blindingly obvious. But there have been too many executions already. If the party is seen and accosted, he’d rather ensure that the Veneran woman doesn’t end up in Kenoma hands than worry about maintaining his deception. As things are, his time under the Regent’s command is already almost at its end.
When Hayame bids them pause, Liem steps closer to the local woman, shifting his grip on the crossbow as he cocks his head beneath the shelter of his hood. He hears… something. Someone.
Then he spies movement in the depths of a nearby alley. The deep shadows inside the alley’s mouth may as well not exist as far as he’s concerned, so he’s identified the figure even before he’s stepped out onto the street. Liem takes one more glance at their immediate surroundings, then snaps his attention back to Makoto as a sudden gust of wind knocks the hood back from his face, revealing wary eyes every bit as inhuman as the demon’s own.
He doesn’t bother defending himself against Makoto’s barb; nor does he act with the deliberate care that he always adopts when practising his archery at the Citadel. This is no training yard with its assortment of curious onlookers, and the youth before him is not his ally. When the demon draws back his arm, Liem loads his weapon in a motion so fluid he may as well be drawing an ordinary bow, aims it directly at his heart, and pulls the trigger without a single moment’s hesitation.]
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He runs a clear risk by accompanying Hayame on this journey; any Kenoma who see him will be immediately suspicious, and if they recognize her then his treachery will be blindingly obvious. But there have been too many executions already. If the party is seen and accosted, he’d rather ensure that the Veneran woman doesn’t end up in Kenoma hands than worry about maintaining his deception. As things are, his time under the Regent’s command is already almost at its end.
When Hayame bids them pause, Liem steps closer to the local woman, shifting his grip on the crossbow as he cocks his head beneath the shelter of his hood. He hears… something. Someone.
Then he spies movement in the depths of a nearby alley. The deep shadows inside the alley’s mouth may as well not exist as far as he’s concerned, so he’s identified the figure even before he’s stepped out onto the street. Liem takes one more glance at their immediate surroundings, then snaps his attention back to Makoto as a sudden gust of wind knocks the hood back from his face, revealing wary eyes every bit as inhuman as the demon’s own.
He doesn’t bother defending himself against Makoto’s barb; nor does he act with the deliberate care that he always adopts when practising his archery at the Citadel. This is no training yard with its assortment of curious onlookers, and the youth before him is not his ally. When the demon draws back his arm, Liem loads his weapon in a motion so fluid he may as well be drawing an ordinary bow, aims it directly at his heart, and pulls the trigger without a single moment’s hesitation.]