[--muttered more under his breath than anything. Because--]
Think they're scared of her-- [And they should be, based on the way she fights: fast and elegant, but brutal and confident at the same time. He's no expert, but it looks like some combination of martial arts and magic and pure balls-to-the-wall street skill; she's pulled a knife out of somewhere and nicked his cheek before he even sees it in her hand. It makes him hiss.]
[The crunch of metal on flesh is reassuring, at least. Even as he's guarding, blade held up against her quick-strike attacks, he can't help but grin.]
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[--muttered more under his breath than anything. Because--]
Think they're scared of her-- [And they should be, based on the way she fights: fast and elegant, but brutal and confident at the same time. He's no expert, but it looks like some combination of martial arts and magic and pure balls-to-the-wall street skill; she's pulled a knife out of somewhere and nicked his cheek before he even sees it in her hand. It makes him hiss.]
[The crunch of metal on flesh is reassuring, at least. Even as he's guarding, blade held up against her quick-strike attacks, he can't help but grin.]