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❝i'll say it again ; it doesn't matter how skilled of a fighter you are , you're not going to be ABLE to kill me . &&. no , i promise i'm not one of those monsters . ❞ || @despaireset
WHITE SILK MAKES FOR A FINE BARRIER between soft palms && the nails that dig into them. it’s said that the SWORD is an e x t e n s i o n of one’s form; if that is so, then the antique blade in hand is a steel fist waiting to throw the first punch… waiting… && for what, exactly? she cannot say. it’s not out of hesitation, nor uncertainty. it’s a strange curiosity that stays her hand… but the true act of violence is her glare – narrowed eyes form daggers of kyanite, pointing readily at the girl ((she is not above threatening teenagers)).
❝tch. you’re awfully sure of yourself for someone who claims to be innocuous; if you expect me to believe what comes out of your mouth so easily, you’re a fool. now, give me one good reason WHY i should consider taking your word for truth, && reconsider gutting you like a fish, right here && right now.❞