[ Hibiki takes a step forward, closing the distance between the two of them, and creating more between herself and the injured harpy. Her gaze still locked on him, her eyes narrow slightly as a war goes on in his head. He's right, even if the comment stings her pride a bit. An easy target? You don't know her, Dimitri.

H̸e̶ ̴d̵o̵e̸s̶n̶'̷t̵ ̴w̷a̴n̶t̶ ̸t̴o̷.̶ ̷H̸e̷'̶s̸ ̸f̵o̵c̸u̶s̸e̸d̶ ̵o̸n̸ ̷k̷i̸l̶l̴i̸n̷g̵ ̸t̷h̵o̶s̷e̶ ̵c̷r̶e̸a̴t̶u̵r̶e̵s̷.̵ ̷A̴n̶d̴ ̸i̸f̸ ̴h̶e̷ ̷k̸n̷e̷w̴ ̷w̴h̸a̵t̵ ̵y̶o̶u̴ ̴w̷e̴r̶e̶,̵ ̴y̷o̷u̸ ̶m̸i̵g̷h̸t̶ ̶b̴e̶ ̸t̸h̵e̸ ̷o̶n̸e̵ ̶p̸i̶n̶n̵e̴d̸ ̸t̴o̴ ̷t̵h̴e̷ ̸g̴r̴o̶u̴n̷d̷.̶

A hand clenched at her side, her jaw set, she stares daggers into him. ]

I don't care if they do or not. I don't expect anyone to show me that. [ ... ] But there's no need to kill them, or anyone for that matter. Friend or foe.