[ The whole scenario serves only to rankle him. Subduing the girl is first on his list of priorities - and to do so, he wants to ensure she cannot run nor create a hole through which she can escape. Pointedly, he keeps his grip tight upon the girl's arm, locking eyes with Claude from across the field. He's as disgusted as the archer is, mouth curling at the corners to bare his teeth like a hunting hound being told 'drop it'. ]
Fine, then.
[ There is something latent in his tone, accusatory and black. A temper riled by something more than the sudden apperance of the girl, her entourage, and the subsequent escape of Manon. How dare they relent so quickly, how dare they parlay instead of conquering? Controlling? Ensuring security. For a moment, he bristles - tempestuous and utterly hateful, before making the attempt to swing the girl's arm behind her and catch the other. To restrict those movements at least, and press her toward the ground. To her knees.
Anything so that she does not simply throw them off and escape. And he's quiet, watching Misa and Claude from then on. ]
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Fine, then.
[ There is something latent in his tone, accusatory and black. A temper riled by something more than the sudden apperance of the girl, her entourage, and the subsequent escape of Manon. How dare they relent so quickly, how dare they parlay instead of conquering? Controlling? Ensuring security. For a moment, he bristles - tempestuous and utterly hateful, before making the attempt to swing the girl's arm behind her and catch the other. To restrict those movements at least, and press her toward the ground. To her knees.
Anything so that she does not simply throw them off and escape. And he's quiet, watching Misa and Claude from then on. ]