Jian frowns and halts on his steps, comfortable enough at the moment since she isn’t so close to him. “B..” He swallows, not too sure what these words will garner, but its been bothering him given their previous encounter with quite the ridiculous enemy. “Back then, I-I would’ve finished..him off.” The clown he means. He was sure of it, he came out of nowhere. Began to speak such vile things to, what he’s been told, is his ally. His words were knives even to Jian – reminded him of his mother and only made him angry and filled him with rage. He demanded that he fell silent or he was going to make him. He laughed and mocked him, saying he was convinced that he couldn’t speak and what a surprise that he could. Eventually the toss-around of words became a clash. Both him and Terra against this clown, but he felt something there. Not him, exactly, but from Terra. In the adrenaline of battle anything that usually has a grip on him loosens and releases him, he allows his mastery to do the speaking and communicating for him. At the time all he could think of was wanting to keep that crazy clown away from her. Far, far away from her. They had him overwhelmed and Jian held the full intentions of cutting him down. His accuracy with weapons isn’t one to be meddled and/or underestimated with. The charging of his lance from afar and he threw it right at him. Fate said it was going to strike the clown’s heart. Jian believed it also be set in stone, but both him and fate were fools. The bladed point of his lance never struck the life of the clown, instead was snapped in half by a fire spell coming from Terra. Maniacally he came across, the clown did, but he seemed to have carried some sense and used the unfortunate event to split and claim he’ll come again; now with a good idea of who he’s messing with most likely.
Back then Jian didn’t think too much of it. Dismissed it as a misfire from her part, but its bothered him and still does now. “I-I never miss.” He hasn’t missed a target since he was fifteen years old, that’s the truth. “I had him.” It isn’t pride that’s making him come to this conclusion. “..Y-You didn’t want me to make it.” He knows his words are getting bolder and he’s getting far more scared and intimidated. He considers biting his tongue and stopping now, a fist of his visibly shaking, but he persists. What if she’s a danger to the rest of their allies and is only acting like she’s on their end? To the goddess as well? So he’ll push through and what may come let it be.