[ Oh... she's despondently apologetic that Sylvain is starting to feel bad for her instead... (As he should, as he should. Beatrix is still the victim in this thread.)
—Or perhaps that was all a clever ploy to get him to lower his guard...? She's now grabbing her weapon and swinging it at him?! What is the truth?!?! ]
AGH! [ IS SHE GONNA FIX HIS BROKEN NOSE BY CUTTING IT OFF?!?!?!?
Sylvain shrieks yells in a very manly and dignified manner, his entire body twisting away as he tries to scramble away from her sword strike.
He is not nearly fast enough and feels a hefty whump! on his shoulder. Cue his death wail: ]
NOo— oh?
[ Hmm. Suddenly it doesn't hurt. Neither does his cheek. He looks tentatively over his shoulder, his expression a riot of panic and confusion and curiosity and perhaps a bit of lingering fear. ]
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—Or perhaps that was all a clever ploy to get him to lower his guard...? She's now grabbing her weapon and swinging it at him?! What is the truth?!?! ]
AGH! [ IS SHE GONNA FIX HIS BROKEN NOSE BY CUTTING IT OFF?!?!?!?
Sylvain
shrieksyells in a very manly and dignified manner, his entire body twisting away as he tries to scramble away from her sword strike.He is not nearly fast enough and feels a hefty whump! on his shoulder. Cue his death wail: ]
NOo— oh?
[ Hmm. Suddenly it doesn't hurt. Neither does his cheek. He looks tentatively over his shoulder, his expression a riot of panic and confusion and curiosity and perhaps a bit of lingering fear. ]
...What did you do...?