Well, this isn’t going quite as well as it could’ve done – for now Brigitta’s scowl has gone almost demonic (she would protest at the term; but really, she protests at most things) with how dark it is; suddenly she’s rather far from being a happy bunny.
Brigitta has certain rules for other people, beyond the core one of violating justice gets you stabbed, and amongst the core principles are two very important things – you don’t point out her stupidity and you don’t touch her sword, or even her sword hand. She fully expects people to understand these rules; she glares at them enough for them to pick something up.
And yet this man has just broken both of them, this is really rather displeasing.
She yanks the sword away smoothly from his chest, and then arches a very displeased eyebrow – expecting this to convey absolutely everything. “No, I think you’re the stupid one – I’m not dying but I’m not killing you either; and don’t you dare tell me what to do with my sword.”
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Brigitta has certain rules for other people, beyond the core one of violating justice gets you stabbed, and amongst the core principles are two very important things – you don’t point out her stupidity and you don’t touch her sword, or even her sword hand. She fully expects people to understand these rules; she glares at them enough for them to pick something up.
And yet this man has just broken both of them, this is really rather displeasing.
She yanks the sword away smoothly from his chest, and then arches a very displeased eyebrow – expecting this to convey absolutely everything. “No, I think you’re the stupid one – I’m not dying but I’m not killing you either; and don’t you dare tell me what to do with my sword.”