[ It is a soft, toneless word that leaves her as the weight of her opponents leaves her hand - but not of her own volition as they are rendered intangible. Though there is no reaction on her face, she staggers a step forward at the unexpected early release of her enemy, her throw not making it to its total capacity.
Her eyes find Misa as if she has ascertained this ability belonged to her. Her stare is clear, unblinking.
Claude's arrow whizzes by her cheek at close enough a margin that it would be impossible to miss how near she'd come to being hit before she has time to react to this odd, unpredictable move from the pair in front of her, and she slides her gaze once more to the bowman. ]
I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me. Did you lie?
[ Adelfoúla keeps her pale, disconcertingly and unnaturally hollow gaze on Claude even as Set makes his approach; her body jerks as Set's clawed hands find purchase in the seemingly fragile appendage of her arm. Oddly enough, upon connection, it sounds a bit like porcelain cracking, a jittery, rattling noise akin to the grind of gears following after it. She does not retaliate. ]
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[ It is a soft, toneless word that leaves her as the weight of her opponents leaves her hand - but not of her own volition as they are rendered intangible. Though there is no reaction on her face, she staggers a step forward at the unexpected early release of her enemy, her throw not making it to its total capacity.
Her eyes find Misa as if she has ascertained this ability belonged to her. Her stare is clear, unblinking.
Claude's arrow whizzes by her cheek at close enough a margin that it would be impossible to miss how near she'd come to being hit before she has time to react to this odd, unpredictable move from the pair in front of her, and she slides her gaze once more to the bowman. ]
I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me. Did you lie?
[ Adelfoúla keeps her pale, disconcertingly and unnaturally hollow gaze on Claude even as Set makes his approach; her body jerks as Set's clawed hands find purchase in the seemingly fragile appendage of her arm. Oddly enough, upon connection, it sounds a bit like porcelain cracking, a jittery, rattling noise akin to the grind of gears following after it. She does not retaliate. ]
The red man is hurting me.