♔: stoic-oracle.
ʜᴇ finds himself, initially, blinking profusely at the creature that had made its way to his side inconspicuously; how long it had taken him to take notice of its presence as all was debatable, as he'd been so thoroughly invested in his training that all else had been lost to him. Silence ensues as he takes in the sight of the seemingly-fiery creature, an odd thing to occur when in the presence of the one that called himself the "archest". Normally boisterous and supposedly "charming", Virion naturally had much to say. In this instance, however, it was different.
ᴀɴᴅ once he comes to his senses and realizes that he knows absolutely nothing of the creature he now deals with -- the arrow that had been poised and pointed in the direction of the target some distance away now found itself pointed at the creature itself.
ᴀɴ exhale. Short-range wasn't exactly optimal for an archer, but it would have to suffice, for now. Assuming the creature would act out and attack him, of course; and as of yet, strangely enough, it had not.
"ᴅᴏ you not mean to strike me down, beast? Is that not the way of things?"
