"..Amiko?" He had just barely heard her coming. He'd forgotten how quiet she could be. He moved slightly, instinctively hardening his bones, but she still managed to cut him. He spun on his feet to face her. He held his neck, thankfully the wond wasn't substantial. "I feared something like this may happen..that's Misha firing on us, isn't it?"
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