[A reflection that's not a reflection and is moving towards them?
Of course he feels the intent all wrong. He's used to reading other people's bloodlust, not his own.
Still not tired of manhandling Lottie, he maneuvers her behind him.
His doppelganger grins, serrated like an army knife. 'This brings memories, huh? Did you miss it?'
'I don't think you do.'
This place is a minefield. His voice is everywhere.
Mamoru isn't tired of giving out orders, either. Gritted out but strict and calm.] Give me his location. 12 o'clock is in front of me, and 6 is behind us.
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Of course he feels the intent all wrong. He's used to reading other people's bloodlust, not his own.
Still not tired of manhandling Lottie, he maneuvers her behind him.
His doppelganger grins, serrated like an army knife. 'This brings memories, huh? Did you miss it?'
'I don't think you do.'
This place is a minefield. His voice is everywhere.
Mamoru isn't tired of giving out orders, either. Gritted out but strict and calm.] Give me his location. 12 o'clock is in front of me, and 6 is behind us.