@kaijous, [her blade remains poised loosely in one hand. a glint at her feet draws her eye— a lone, spent casing resting in the dirt. with an unhurried grace, she hooks the toe of her boot beneath it, nudging it closer before stooping to pick it up between two fingers.] “then… i’ll accept your generosity as a keepsake. proof that you are not entirely untouchable.” [the metal is still quite warm against her palm, she tilts her chin toward him, eyes gleaming with restrained intent.] “you fight quite well, —i'm impressed.”