[ An incredulous whine, followed by a sudden yelp as she's hoisted up onto Set's shoulder, her hands wobbling for balance. Her shock over it doesn't last for long, though — this is advantageous, right? She won't have to run as much this way (and you Know she didn't wear war appropriate footwear to this function.) Unashamedly, she places a hand amidst Set's bright red locks for balance, and bonks him on the head firmly with her other fist, scolding. Mercifully, there's no time to go on a rant about how offensive being described in such a way is, since the target in question is speaking directly to them. ]
"Arrest her movement," and keep her from casting that teleporting magic again, dummy. [ Her eyes flick back momentarily to where Claude is stationed, acknowledging what he'd said and to take stock of the bow he's drawn — her own hand draws the dagger Cyrus himself had gifted her, silver and glinting. Then, she address Adelfoúla herself: ] That's what you're planning on doing, isn't it?
[ Misa keeps her body in close to Set's, having just enough self-awareness to not want to get in the way of Claude's shot (this time.) With the monsters strangely evading them, she thinks the next thing to do might be to attack her directly - or at least halt any movements that look threatening. ]
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[ An incredulous whine, followed by a sudden yelp as she's hoisted up onto Set's shoulder, her hands wobbling for balance. Her shock over it doesn't last for long, though — this is advantageous, right? She won't have to run as much this way (and you Know she didn't wear war appropriate footwear to this function.) Unashamedly, she places a hand amidst Set's bright red locks for balance, and bonks him on the head firmly with her other fist, scolding. Mercifully, there's no time to go on a rant about how offensive being described in such a way is, since the target in question is speaking directly to them. ]
"Arrest her movement," and keep her from casting that teleporting magic again, dummy. [ Her eyes flick back momentarily to where Claude is stationed, acknowledging what he'd said and to take stock of the bow he's drawn — her own hand draws the dagger Cyrus himself had gifted her, silver and glinting. Then, she address Adelfoúla herself: ] That's what you're planning on doing, isn't it?
[ Misa keeps her body in close to Set's, having just enough self-awareness to not want to get in the way of Claude's shot (this time.) With the monsters strangely evading them, she thinks the next thing to do might be to attack her directly - or at least halt any movements that look threatening. ]