[It freezes, tensing up and gripping the bars of John's cage tightly. It struck deep, even for a figment of her imagination, a copy in her mind. There's a cold glare toward the both of them, but mostly at the original Kyle. But Shayera doesn't flinch back this time, but she doesn't stand up for herself either. And she hates it. She's never been the kind of person to need someone to protect her, fight the fights she should fight herself. It was Shayera does, fight for herself and those that can't.
There's a grimace on her face. She's grateful to have Kyle here to support her, help her against this, but she wants her fighting spirit back. The copy walks over, fists still clenched tightly as though he's preparing to fight at a moment's notice. Its voice is as cold and unforgiving as a blizzard, words like daggers.] You think you know this hawk? She hasn't even told you half of what she's done, and here you are defending her, like some kid playing hero.
[Two can play at this game, finding ways to cut the other deeply enough to get them to back down. A dark smirk comes over his face, like a madman about to slice up another victim. Only this time, with words. Through all of this, Shayera can only glare back at him. It's one thing to insult her, but Kyle is another matter entirely.] She deserves to rot like a traitor. Alone.
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There's a grimace on her face. She's grateful to have Kyle here to support her, help her against this, but she wants her fighting spirit back. The copy walks over, fists still clenched tightly as though he's preparing to fight at a moment's notice. Its voice is as cold and unforgiving as a blizzard, words like daggers.] You think you know this hawk? She hasn't even told you half of what she's done, and here you are defending her, like some kid playing hero.
[Two can play at this game, finding ways to cut the other deeply enough to get them to back down. A dark smirk comes over his face, like a madman about to slice up another victim. Only this time, with words. Through all of this, Shayera can only glare back at him. It's one thing to insult her, but Kyle is another matter entirely.] She deserves to rot like a traitor. Alone.