[There's no change in the stranger, even as she roars toward him on her bike. He stands in place, unintimidated and fearless. That faint metallic gleam and eerie glow not moving an inch from its place as those fifteen seconds tick by.
Ten. Five.
One.
The sash hanging from the back of his head flares out, whipping in the wind as Yang veers sharply away from the impact and goes screeching around him. Still, he doesn't move. Doesn't even turn his head until Yang's come to a stop.]
I have many. [He finally turns toward her, his voice human enough but electronic and distorted, like it's coming through a speaker, and just as peaceful and calm as his motions.] But one less now that I have finally found you. Yang Xiao Long.
[He turns to face her fully and slowly draws the wakizahi on his back, settling down into a ready stance. Oh, his old friend would not be happy to see this but he has no choice. Words will not reach this girl as she is now.
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Ten. Five.
One.
The sash hanging from the back of his head flares out, whipping in the wind as Yang veers sharply away from the impact and goes screeching around him. Still, he doesn't move. Doesn't even turn his head until Yang's come to a stop.]
I have many. [He finally turns toward her, his voice human enough but electronic and distorted, like it's coming through a speaker, and just as peaceful and calm as his motions.] But one less now that I have finally found you. Yang Xiao Long.
[He turns to face her fully and slowly draws the wakizahi on his back, settling down into a ready stance. Oh, his old friend would not be happy to see this but he has no choice. Words will not reach this girl as she is now.
He must take another approach.]