[ He sneers. He doesn't care if she thinks he's a coward—or rather, he doesn't care if he is, objectively, a coward. But he does want to gut her. Xin Mo really wants him to gut her. He can feel its hunger for it all the way up his arm.
His eyes narrow as she draws her bow again, and he surges forward, timing his movement to the moment she lets go of the arrow so he can leap improbably into the air to avoid it, sword poised to swing down at her. ]
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His eyes narrow as she draws her bow again, and he surges forward, timing his movement to the moment she lets go of the arrow so he can leap improbably into the air to avoid it, sword poised to swing down at her. ]