He should've thought again before saying what he said about you. He barely has even noticed. If I had the chance to come over there completely, he would be dead.
[ ... grumbling. He is still a little indecisive about charging in but at least Clover probably has time to completely catch up to him like this and once she reaches him he'll actually. Probably. Begin to head back.
If he wasn't starting to cast that spell, that is. ]
[Man, she zones out for like five minutes and people start shittalking her?? But there's a moment where Clover stops, startled, less over what Arumat's doing or that this guy's said something and more that Arumat's so ready to take a motherfucker out on her behalf—except goddamn it he's about to cast a spell isn't he why is he like this]
Arumat! [She pulls at his arm and her voice drops so no one overhears her warning—] He's armed, it's not safe to start shit here!
[the murder isn't the problem. she doesn't have an issue with that.]
Tch. He's lucky you're here. He gets to live for another day.
[ Finally, Arumat decides to lay down his weapon (both spells and physical) and then he begins to turn away from that man. He was still sure he could have laid the man low with a single blow. ]
[Lucky she's here; that's a new one, she thinks, and snorts, a little derisively. She hasn't let go of his arm, and she's tugging him away—"elsewhere" might mean back to the ship, only because there's a pit of panic in her stomach she'd like to deal with somewhere more familiar.]
He was armed, moron. [She keeps glancing over her shoulder, even now that there's plenty of distance between them.] One shot and you would've, like, exploded in half, it was one of those dumb, like, military-grade mob guns— [Eloquent as always, huh, Clover. She gestures vaguely in front of her with her free hand, as if trying to indicate the weapon, and then her voice drops and she adds,] Don't pick fights over stuff like that.
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He should've thought again before saying what he said about you. He barely has even noticed. If I had the chance to come over there completely, he would be dead.
[ ... grumbling. He is still a little indecisive about charging in but at least Clover probably has time to completely catch up to him like this and once she reaches him he'll actually. Probably. Begin to head back.
If he wasn't starting to cast that spell, that is. ]
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Arumat! [She pulls at his arm and her voice drops so no one overhears her warning—] He's armed, it's not safe to start shit here!
[the murder isn't the problem. she doesn't have an issue with that.]
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Tch. He's lucky you're here. He gets to live for another day.
[ Finally, Arumat decides to lay down his weapon (both spells and physical) and then he begins to turn away from that man. He was still sure he could have laid the man low with a single blow. ]
Fine, let's go elsewhere.
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He was armed, moron. [She keeps glancing over her shoulder, even now that there's plenty of distance between them.] One shot and you would've, like, exploded in half, it was one of those dumb, like, military-grade mob guns— [Eloquent as always, huh, Clover. She gestures vaguely in front of her with her free hand, as if trying to indicate the weapon, and then her voice drops and she adds,] Don't pick fights over stuff like that.