[On some level, Liem had known as soon as Dokja stopped to speak with him that their conversation would end in violence. If Hayame had come upon him in this way, he's certain she wouldn't have allowed him out of her sight again. He's not surprised to see Dokja display the same stubbornness.
When his hand drops to the grip of that sword, Liem's hand drifts down to his hip as well: to the black-feathered ends of the arrows clustered there. His wary expression briefly takes on a hunted quality, before hardening into a flat stare. Why does he consistently end up doing favours for people who want to repay him with violent force?]
I refuse.
[Now he does call on his magic, burning the last of his teleportation ability to step back, away from Dokja, and appear fifteen feet down the square behind him. He's poised to flee into the city, hoping that the urgency of Abel and Himeka's situation will keep him from being pursued, but sends an arrow streaking at the other man as a parting gift.]
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When his hand drops to the grip of that sword, Liem's hand drifts down to his hip as well: to the black-feathered ends of the arrows clustered there. His wary expression briefly takes on a hunted quality, before hardening into a flat stare. Why does he consistently end up doing favours for people who want to repay him with violent force?]
I refuse.
[Now he does call on his magic, burning the last of his teleportation ability to step back, away from Dokja, and appear fifteen feet down the square behind him. He's poised to flee into the city, hoping that the urgency of Abel and Himeka's situation will keep him from being pursued, but sends an arrow streaking at the other man as a parting gift.]