[The way he so nonchalantly climbs out of the wreckage like that only gives her a reason to grip the weapon tighter, but as both of his feet hit the ground in front of her, her trigger finger loosens. Reflexes are reflexes, and she isn't about to shoot a helpless man in the forehead.
Her eyes roam over the sword, taking it in, before they flit back to him and his raised hands, a brow raising in retort to his.]
Sure. But I've seen better.
[Has she? Not really. That's definitely the biggest sword she's ever seen.]
You trying to tell me you had no idea where it was?
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Her eyes roam over the sword, taking it in, before they flit back to him and his raised hands, a brow raising in retort to his.]
Sure. But I've seen better.
[Has she? Not really. That's definitely the biggest sword she's ever seen.]
You trying to tell me you had no idea where it was?