[ Her companion seems a better fit for the world around them, looking a bit more human; but looks are, of course, deceiving.
In lieu of a reply, a red sword falls smoothly to the ground and sinks itself into the ash-baked soil. Its owner lands on the solid-glass hilt a moment latter, standing on one foot like a very pretentious flamingo. Pink, pink, and pink; from his hair to his eyes and the vague patches of colour on a blood- and dirt-matted uniform. ]
Coming, coming, [ a lazy drawl as he hops off the sword and lets it shatter behind him. He dusts himself, though it's only for show. There's no dust on that cloth. ] What is it, then? You found the prey?
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In lieu of a reply, a red sword falls smoothly to the ground and sinks itself into the ash-baked soil. Its owner lands on the solid-glass hilt a moment latter, standing on one foot like a very pretentious flamingo. Pink, pink, and pink; from his hair to his eyes and the vague patches of colour on a blood- and dirt-matted uniform. ]
Coming, coming, [ a lazy drawl as he hops off the sword and lets it shatter behind him. He dusts himself, though it's only for show. There's no dust on that cloth. ] What is it, then? You found the prey?