You say that like I were plannin' to. [Perhaps Henry can hear the ferocity in Rhus' voice, a growl that rolls his previously soft R's.
Perhaps, just before he turns, he may see something that looks like smoke surrounding Rhus' body, except not smoke-- reds and blues and indigos not unlike the night sky, swirling around the Miqo'te, just before he launches himself through the air despite the greatsword. Crashing through fallen wood and low-hanging beams as he goes without a care for what he's smashing through to get to his prey.
And when he emerges from the building? The Miqo'te is sooty and dirty, spots in his dark fur seeming even darker what with traipsing around the place.]
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Perhaps, just before he turns, he may see something that looks like smoke surrounding Rhus' body, except not smoke-- reds and blues and indigos not unlike the night sky, swirling around the Miqo'te, just before he launches himself through the air despite the greatsword. Crashing through fallen wood and low-hanging beams as he goes without a care for what he's smashing through to get to his prey.
And when he emerges from the building? The Miqo'te is sooty and dirty, spots in his dark fur seeming even darker what with traipsing around the place.]