[ His gaze flicks upwards towards the trees as she speaks. The harpies from earlier are likely still lurking about; he wonders if they'll turn against their own and consume the harpy he'd already struck. Or are they just waiting for bloodshed between the two of them?
He meets her glare with a level look of his own. ]
No.
[ He respects kindness—it's something to treasure, rare and frail as it can be. But that sort of softness is all the more reason that he should deal with these harpies. Better him than someone else. ]
no subject
He meets her glare with a level look of his own. ]
No.
[ He respects kindness—it's something to treasure, rare and frail as it can be. But that sort of softness is all the more reason that he should deal with these harpies. Better him than someone else. ]
I would ask that you step aside.