BlisteredBlood
The Crucified Angel
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Rhode Island
The anger behind Heishiro's intended strike would soon fall short the exact instant he felt the pommel of Silent Moon smack hard into her gauntlet covered palm. Given the fact that he was aggravated beyond all known comprehension that his attack connected but not with its intended target, a sense of honor would soon come over him, slowly bringing himself back from the brink.
When he heard this woman talk, it was almost unheard of. Who was this person that she was referring to when she said that he was a descendant of a knight so long ago? His mind reeled a bit, but there was something about this was beginning to make a slight bit of sense, despite it didn't really register to him. Furthermore, the way she was acting towards him now was something else entirely. She went from being a psychotic madwoman hellbent on taking him out to what she was now becoming to him now: A slave.
Just what the hell am I gonna do with her if she's acting like this to me? Heishiro thought as he then slowly lowered the blade down while keeping his eyes on her at all costs. For all intents and purposes, this could be an act to keep him distracted, but he didn't really feel anymore aggression coming from her. Against his better judgement, Heishiro would then slowly resheath the broadsword and rehook the strap to keep it securely in place.
When he heard this woman talk, it was almost unheard of. Who was this person that she was referring to when she said that he was a descendant of a knight so long ago? His mind reeled a bit, but there was something about this was beginning to make a slight bit of sense, despite it didn't really register to him. Furthermore, the way she was acting towards him now was something else entirely. She went from being a psychotic madwoman hellbent on taking him out to what she was now becoming to him now: A slave.
Just what the hell am I gonna do with her if she's acting like this to me? Heishiro thought as he then slowly lowered the blade down while keeping his eyes on her at all costs. For all intents and purposes, this could be an act to keep him distracted, but he didn't really feel anymore aggression coming from her. Against his better judgement, Heishiro would then slowly resheath the broadsword and rehook the strap to keep it securely in place.