Her teleportation to yet another tree had him sigh internally. O, for a horse with wings!
"That's not the point of the statement," he replied to her bluff, as much confused as exasperated. Sometimes people just don't make sense.
"From your earlier agitation and the fact that you're evading my words as much as my actions, I wouldn't exactly call what's just happened 'swatting flies'." She was a strange being, but he could see the rhetoric behind her words. "If you can barely keep up with me, I seriously doubt you'll want a taste of somebody who's able to repeat the damage I've dealt in half the time until you're left with nothing else."
Her attempt to goad him with perhaps having attacked someone he cared for fell flat, as the closest people to him in the city were better known by things than short hair – such as, I don't know, being physically disabled and walking everywhere with crutches – and they were not loved. "How much effort did you put into something that had no effect?" he all but laughed at the air where she had been. "I am alone here. No family or friends close as kin."
The woman was already gone, though.
He debated on whether or not to seek her out, to prevent her from trying to destroy something with more importance, but decided against it. The young man simply sheathed his blade and resumed his stroll about the city, a circuit that would eventually take him past the old Clocktower that stood opposite the station.
[I've got DW on dark, so reading black text is harder. If you can fix that next, cheers!]
"That's not the point of the statement," he replied to her bluff, as much confused as exasperated. Sometimes people just don't make sense.
"From your earlier agitation and the fact that you're evading my words as much as my actions, I wouldn't exactly call what's just happened 'swatting flies'." She was a strange being, but he could see the rhetoric behind her words. "If you can barely keep up with me, I seriously doubt you'll want a taste of somebody who's able to repeat the damage I've dealt in half the time until you're left with nothing else."
Her attempt to goad him with perhaps having attacked someone he cared for fell flat, as the closest people to him in the city were better known by things than short hair – such as, I don't know, being physically disabled and walking everywhere with crutches – and they were not loved. "How much effort did you put into something that had no effect?" he all but laughed at the air where she had been. "I am alone here. No family or friends close as kin."
The woman was already gone, though.
He debated on whether or not to seek her out, to prevent her from trying to destroy something with more importance, but decided against it. The young man simply sheathed his blade and resumed his stroll about the city, a circuit that would eventually take him past the old Clocktower that stood opposite the station.