For a moment, just for mere seconds, Yura's lips seemed to part ever so slightly again. Initially, the warrior's game sounded like an unreasonable one in many senses, even for himself, but Yura's trail of hidden thoughts didn't seem to linger much before reaching a final conclusion, subtly embodied in the way her soft gaze steeled itself again. Her eyes stared at the monster in front of her, revealing nothing. She didn't move.
“Do what you must, nameless warrior.â€
One of her hands at either side was still holding the reversed Bole, a warning she'd been given the choice to follow or ignore...
“Do what you must, nameless warrior.â€
One of her hands at either side was still holding the reversed Bole, a warning she'd been given the choice to follow or ignore...
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)