(she's got her hands up, palms out, but there's a windstrike ready and waiting in the back of her throat. the only thing that stops her from hissing it is that the girl looks younger than she is, a lot younger. like a pre-teen, and far too young to be in the army.
her eyes dart to the lighting bolt. her sound leaks out from between her teeth, curling uselessly into the air.)
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(she's got her hands up, palms out, but there's a windstrike ready and waiting in the back of her throat. the only thing that stops her from hissing it is that the girl looks younger than she is, a lot younger. like a pre-teen, and far too young to be in the army.
her eyes dart to the lighting bolt. her sound leaks out from between her teeth, curling uselessly into the air.)
... Can you put that thing away?