[ Arthur is looking far worse for wear that she is, with blood staining his clothes, a bright read line eking from the corner of his mouth, a charred patch of skin that still stings. His hair has come loose from its tie.
He grimaces at her, and with a flex of his fingers, green light coalesces into his hand in the shape of a sword. He falls into a defensive stance. He's not sure if he should bother trying to go for his book anymore... maybe if he can keep her at bay enough. ]
If I've my way, she won't have to see me like this.
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He grimaces at her, and with a flex of his fingers, green light coalesces into his hand in the shape of a sword. He falls into a defensive stance. He's not sure if he should bother trying to go for his book anymore... maybe if he can keep her at bay enough. ]
If I've my way, she won't have to see me like this.