[Whether Shenhe is distracted or simply biding her time, some aren't inclined to wait. An arrow whistles by her and strikes at the puddle in its center, a paper spelltag folded through its center; the puddle roils angrily and then disperses, leaving behind only the traces of the spirit that it carried.]
[Behind her, Matoba keeps his eye on the puddle for a moment longer, hands still poised on his bow before he lowers it, and draws his eye towards Shenhe. The spirit was dispersed, and yet there was still something cold in the midst.]
My, quite bold of you to combat a spirit bare-handed.
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[Whether Shenhe is distracted or simply biding her time, some aren't inclined to wait. An arrow whistles by her and strikes at the puddle in its center, a paper spelltag folded through its center; the puddle roils angrily and then disperses, leaving behind only the traces of the spirit that it carried.]
[Behind her, Matoba keeps his eye on the puddle for a moment longer, hands still poised on his bow before he lowers it, and draws his eye towards Shenhe. The spirit was dispersed, and yet there was still something cold in the midst.]
My, quite bold of you to combat a spirit bare-handed.