He repeats the name first before he looks over his shoulder toward the tiny flower threatening him with a sword. His eyes travel down the blade as he sees little worth in it, and the one that he has in his own hand is of far better steel. Shifting his eyes back to Masamune, he stares at the dragon turned pet. He lets all of his malicious intent be felt by the tamed child. For the one who carries no claws, for the one who calls out to the little dove, how fast could Masamune move to do anything? Would he soon see the iron sword cut in half? Would he see Hisahide run the girl through, lifting the delicate body up in the air to show just how futile everything is?
No. He won't.
The sword clicks back into its sheath as he turns to face the young miss. There is no worth in beating down a beast that is but straining against its chain. "What an embarrassing scene for such a little flower to come and see." He clenches and unclenches his hand, feeling the blood continue to drip down his fingers. It splatters almost silently against the floor. "To raise your voice so adamantly to stop this... I see no reason why I should not. Why? Because the child has already learned to cool his head. If he continues to draw blows, I would have to answer, would I not?" Even as he stares at her heart-shaped face, this is a question not meant to Olivia but to Masamune.
"You would have to get involved further, would you not?" He nods. Straightening his posture, he calls back behind him. "One of those who has taught you manners, I see. I see. I shall withdraw from this affair before it becomes more... violent, little flower. Well, then." Stepping around the sword pointed at him, he tips his head a little -- is it in apology or farewell? -- as he continues on his way. The knife has been twisted violently within the little dragon and that is a far better injury than what his sword could do. Look, tame dragon... look and know it is but my disinterest that kept your flower safe.
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He repeats the name first before he looks over his shoulder toward the tiny flower threatening him with a sword. His eyes travel down the blade as he sees little worth in it, and the one that he has in his own hand is of far better steel. Shifting his eyes back to Masamune, he stares at the dragon turned pet. He lets all of his malicious intent be felt by the tamed child. For the one who carries no claws, for the one who calls out to the little dove, how fast could Masamune move to do anything? Would he soon see the iron sword cut in half? Would he see Hisahide run the girl through, lifting the delicate body up in the air to show just how futile everything is?
No. He won't.
The sword clicks back into its sheath as he turns to face the young miss. There is no worth in beating down a beast that is but straining against its chain. "What an embarrassing scene for such a little flower to come and see." He clenches and unclenches his hand, feeling the blood continue to drip down his fingers. It splatters almost silently against the floor. "To raise your voice so adamantly to stop this... I see no reason why I should not. Why? Because the child has already learned to cool his head. If he continues to draw blows, I would have to answer, would I not?" Even as he stares at her heart-shaped face, this is a question not meant to Olivia but to Masamune.
"You would have to get involved further, would you not?" He nods. Straightening his posture, he calls back behind him. "One of those who has taught you manners, I see. I see. I shall withdraw from this affair before it becomes more... violent, little flower. Well, then." Stepping around the sword pointed at him, he tips his head a little -- is it in apology or farewell? -- as he continues on his way. The knife has been twisted violently within the little dragon and that is a far better injury than what his sword could do. Look, tame dragon... look and know it is but my disinterest that kept your flower safe.