[ With the arrival of the newcomer, Maika pivots from her intended target — Green Dragon, it's not a grudge, but she'll remember that warning shot — and instead try to close distance to the girl with the bow, and swipe her clawed glove towards the weapon (16). ]
I don't care if you're a memory or a construct or what-the-fuck ever. If you're another tool for that god of hot air—
no subject
I don't care if you're a memory or a construct or what-the-fuck ever. If you're another tool for that god of hot air—
[ Give peace a chance! With attacking! ]