Lightning packs away her sword along with his, no longer feeling threatened, besides the one presented to her pride when he quips back at her. There was nothing pretty about her yelling, thank you very much, and the comment has her storming past him, boots stomping, until she stops in front of Dante to take a look at the damage he's done to the side of this innocent person's home.
Or his.
One look over her shoulder confirms that he does strike her as someone who would strike a sword through his own wall, accidental or not. Then again, anyone who reminds her even the slightest of someone else she knew would leave that kind of impression on her. Chummy. Tch.
Then again, she is trying not to let first impressions make all the decisions for her.
A brow shoots up when she gestures to the broken wall with a pointed expression.]
no subject
[Is she, though?
Lightning packs away her sword along with his, no longer feeling threatened, besides the one presented to her pride when he quips back at her. There was nothing pretty about her yelling, thank you very much, and the comment has her storming past him, boots stomping, until she stops in front of Dante to take a look at the damage he's done to the side of this innocent person's home.
Or his.
One look over her shoulder confirms that he does strike her as someone who would strike a sword through his own wall, accidental or not. Then again, anyone who reminds her even the slightest of someone else she knew would leave that kind of impression on her. Chummy. Tch.
Then again, she is trying not to let first impressions make all the decisions for her.
A brow shoots up when she gestures to the broken wall with a pointed expression.]
This yours?