[Pyrrha had just shed her jacket, prepared to relax by the water's edge herself. The dark of the night only illuminates the soft glow from her even more. Her eyes had long lost the green hue of her irises, replaced with an angelic shimmer in the low light.
That shimmer watches Knives as he emerges. She's tensed, hands bunching up fabric. Nearby was a modified rifle, laying in the dirt.]
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That shimmer watches Knives as he emerges. She's tensed, hands bunching up fabric. Nearby was a modified rifle, laying in the dirt.]
...Is that... fun?